[Verse 1] Winds howl across the elder sands, Wanderer walks through ancient lands. Golden Unicorn, a beacon of light, Guides him onward through eternal night. A Magic Staff he keeps in hand Holding power from a distant land. [Chorus] The Forge of Ancients' Lore! This weapon calls for Power Ore. Art of destiny In the magical fire! Strike with wrath, Never tire! The Forge of Ancients' Lore! A legend's gonna take the form (of a sword!) [Verse 2] The anvil glows with power flame, Ancient hammers strike, calling its name. Power Metal Sword! (Magic collides!) A weapon forged to turn the tide. The Unicorn rears, Its golden cry Echoes through the starless sky! [Pre-Chorus] Born of fire, Born of might, Born beneath The ancient light. [Chorus] The Forge of Ancients' Lore! Weapon is forged with Power Ore. Art of destiny In the magical fire! Strike with wrath, Never tire! The Forge of Ancients' Lore! Legend carved forevermore! [Bridge — slower, mystical, heavy anvil strikes] Thunder cracks across the sky, Golden fire begins to fly. The final strike resounds once more— The blade awakens with ancient lore. [Final Chorus] The Forge of Ancients' Lore! Weapon is forged with Power Ore. Art of destiny In the magical fire! Strike with wrath, Never tire! The Forge of Ancients' Lore! In The Ancient Lands! Oh-oh-oh [Outro] Golden magic from the mighty horn, Transforms the metal where the blade is born. The Wanderer raises the sword on high, Golden lightning tears across the sky. The Power Metal Sword is now complete— Its ancient power will not retreat.
