Born in stone, baptized in flame, Hands blackened before we knew our name. Hammer sings what prayers can’t say, Steel remembers every blow we lay. Ore from the deep, truth from the fire, We temper the weak, we test the liar. Moradin watches, silent and sure, As sparks write scripture on iron pure. Each strike a vow, each crack a test, Faith ain’t spoken, it’s pressed and blessed. By anvil and flame, we are made whole, Steel in the spine, fire in the soul. Moradin’s breath in the forge’s roar, We don’t beg for mercy, we forge the law. By hammer and heat, let the weak be gone, What survives the fire is what marches on. Bellows breathe like a mountain’s chest, Sweat and smoke, this is prayer at its best. No silk-robed gods, no silver lies, Just grit in the teeth and sparks in the eyes. If it bends, we break it down, If it shatters, it weren’t crown-bound. Only steel that learns to endure Deserves to stand at Moradin’s door. Blood on stone, knuckles split, That’s how you know the vow is legit. By anvil and flame, we are made whole. Steel in the spine, fire in the soul. Moradin’s will in every scar, A cracked shield beats a polished star. By hammer and heat, we rise or fall… The forge decides. The forge calls all. Ash to ash, iron to bone, Strike it true or die unknown. Fire judge us, flame refine, Weak burns off, strength aligns. CLANG—CLANG—CLANG! By anvil and flame, we are reborn. From broken steel and edges worn. Moradin stands where sparks rain down, King of craft, no gilded crown. When the world breaks, we’ll still remain… Last ones standing in the flame. Let the fire cool. Let the steel remember. We are not chosen— We are forged.
