At the forge, I stand alone, Ash and steel, my flesh and bone, Every swing, I hear their cries, I see the death behind my eyes. In the flames, I forge my hate, Brigands took all I can’t re—place. My heart is cold, my hands are numb, And vengeance calls — it says I-I-I'm... Done! (done, done.) But in the heat, I hear a sound, A whisper soft beneath the ground. Through the fire, her voice: SHE CRIES!!! Just for—get about me now, Dear For—get about me For—get about me For—get about meee... I cast a spell, a sky stone and My soul into the steel. I shaped the blade with every tear, Felt the wrath, the gnaw—ing fear. This weapon screams to pierce their flesh, But your ghost, it pulls me from the edge. I see your face in every spark, My hands tremble, the world’s so dark. I built this steel for death to claim, But all that’s left is loss and sha-a-ame. I feel the pull, Aver—nus waits, A Hell—ish gate beneath the gates. The fires below, they call my name, A spiral down in endless flame. SHE CRIES!!! Just for—get about me now, Dear For—get about me For—get about me For—get about meee.... The hammer falls, but I can't hear, The ringing drowned by every tear. Your touch, it lingers on my skin, A love that pulls me back within. I raise the blade, but not for blood, I forge a life where hope once stood. For every life I choose to save, I honor you, my soul, my gra-a-ave. SHE CRIES!!! Just fo-o-or—get about me now, Dear. For—get about me For—get about me For—get about me-e-e... In the fire, I hear you still, Your voice, my heart, my iron will. No longer lost, I choose the light, For you, my love, I end the fight.
