[Intro — hammer strikes, steady, then a low warm hum] [Verse 1] There's a fire only I tend, low and steady, close and true. Every spark that leaves this anvil knows exactly what to do. [Chant — hammer on every stress] Strike. And bend. Hammer. And Tend. Steady hands know where to send. [Verse 2] Some arrive to me still shaking, some arrive to me still cold, I don't rush the heat that's needed — I just work 'em till they hold. [Chant] Strike. And scrape. Hammer. And shape. Every wound finds its escape. [Verse 3] They call it a family. I call it a Forge I keep. Every one I've ever hammered knows my measure before they sleep. [Chant] Strike. And care. Hammer. And bear. You know where to find me. I'm always here. [Bridge — drone and warmth, almost gentle] I don't need the world to find me. I know this iron by its glow. I have built this pack with patience — steady hands, and heat kept low. [Final Chant — hammer returns, warm and sure] Strike. And hold. Hammer. And Fold. The forge remembers. So does the mold. [Outro — one last strike, softer, then the hum lingers before fading]
