| Bellows blow, the anvil pounds
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| Sword of the hero will soon be born
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| I was the first who gained control
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| Subdued by my will
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| The spirit of fire
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| Drove it into furnace
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| And taught the people
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| How to forge weapons, swing the hammer
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| Blow the bellows, cool and grind metal
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| Hey, blacksmith, forge a sword for me
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| As heavy as only few can lift it
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| Bellows blow, the anvil pounds
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| Sword of the hero will soon be born
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| Weighing as much as three heavy iron bars
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| Will it be heavy enough?
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| Not yet
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| My sword must be heavier
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| Forge, blacksmith, a sword for me
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| As heavy as only few heroes can lift it
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| Iron and fire, who dares to lift me up?
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| Son of the mare!
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| What will you call me?
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| The Devilslayer!
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| Forge roars, the furnace burns, bellows blow day and night
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| Hammer strikes, the anvil pounds
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| Sword of the hero will soon be born
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| Three more iron bars are forged!
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| Can you lift it?
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| Yes, now it is the proper size
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| And a proper weight for me!
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| I forged a sword for you, Kurbads
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| A sword which only you can lift! |