[Intro] [Spoken] Aye Down here We turn mountains into memories And ore into oaths [Verse 1] Boots on stone Dawn’s still a rumor Furnace yawns open Like it’s hungry for the dark Iron on the rack Orders on the wall Names carved in ledgers Names carved in scars The Queen wants mail The scouts want blades Miners want new heads For the picks they’ll break today Me? I just want calloused hands And a pint that bites back When the shift is done [Chorus] I am the Smith of Emerald Riches Heat and hammer, sparks and stitches Every scar along my wrists Is a vow I will not miss Raise your cups and raise your steel For the clang and the sweat and the way it feels If you come for Emrilia’s heart You’ll meet my emerald warhammer First [Verse 2] [Spoken] Hear that hum? That’s the city breathing Tunnels like veins Carrying coin, coal, gossip, grief Her Majesty rules from a throne Carved in green fire I work in the glow Of the scraps that fall from it The Luster Dragons preached it plain: “Treasure’s just stone Till you bleed on it And share it when you’re done” So I fit greaves on greenhands Sharpen pikes for old guard Patch a kid’s cracked shield And I don’t charge a crown ’Cause they’re buying trust Not tin [Chorus] I am the Smith of Emerald Riches Heat and hammer, sparks and stitches Every scar along my wrists Is a vow I will not miss Raise your cups and raise your steel For the clang and the sweat and the way it feels If you come for Emrilia’s heart You’ll meet my emerald warhammer First [Bridge] [Spoken] You hear that rumble? That’s not the forge this time Shops shuttered Kids pulled back from the rails Footfalls in the tunnel Too many Too light They want our gold Our grain Our quiet, earned contentment I wipe my hands Take the hammer from its hook Kiss the haft for luck And step into the glow “Right then Who’s first?” [Chorus] I am the Smith of Emerald Riches Heat and hammer, sparks and stitches Every scar along my wrists Is a vow I will not miss Raise your cups and raise your steel For the clang and the sweat and the way it feels If you stand with Emrilia’s heart You’re kin in the fire and the dark And if you threaten what we’ve earned You’ll feel this emerald warhammer Burn [Outro] [Spoken] Clock out late Wipe soot from my face Ale cold, chair warm Queen safe Dragons pleased Tomorrow? Same song, same sweat Smith of Emerald Riches Still here Still hitting back
