Paroles de The Forge

Raw material melt down, cauldrons glow with hellish flames Malleable, ready to take the shape of a new host You are going to be shaped, get ready to take a new form Reduced to your primal materials Separated from unwanted residues, you are selectively harvested Unattached to the elements not desired by the forge Draw the lever, the sound of the clashing chains Magma splashes in the mould, shaping you as was foretold A thousand hammers cry your name as they discipline your new found body through thunderstorm blasts Clash, clash, burn Clash, clash, burn Submerged in water, a violent awakening The struggle to breathe, you emerge Exploring your forged life, the truths you will find are the lies of your predecessors The forge keeps spewing fire, the hammers keep clashing down Convicted to an endless pursuit of your human impurities