Forge Songtext - Skepticism

Forge - Skepticism

The Darkness plain and fertile
A breeze flame-scented and warm
Would set a forceful glow

Sparks from the anvil
As high as a throne
Hammers from heights
Brows with a crown

A bow from fire to another
A season of raging decay
The gates of oblivion
A the moments of grace

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