The Blacksmith's Art
By Hoskuld Gunnarsson
Whistling wind through blackened oak
Glowing coals and billowing smoke
Virgin blade thrust to the heart
Thus begins the Blacksmiths Art
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Strike the iron, strike it well
Strike it hot to weave your spell
Volund's craft is your reward
The bog's seed now becomes the sword
The hammer thunders loud and strong
The anvil sings its ringing song
The sunset caught between their might
Has been transformed from day to night
Chorus
Midgard's bane thrust to the sea
There its weakness, forced to flee
Upon its edge the flames alfs dance
The rainbows hue its strength enhanced
Chorus
The svartalf's art you will obtain
If on the forge you work and train
May Thor his strength in us instill
As on this forge we gain our skill
Chorus