Fog and fire, and baking stone
A hearth that dwindles without a home
Iron and blood, strike and bend
Charge of the gods shall never end
Fading daylight, broken clouds
Piercing eyes lay behind the shroud
Dagger gleams as bright as a star
Immortality never so far
Dying screams of young and old
A grave dug for both the weak and bold
The blade once shining now black with woe
He stands above it all, forever alone
The trees whistle songs of ages ago
Of light, and laughter, and water that flowed
Beyond mortal eyes, to the end of the sky
And on the wings of the wind danced the fire of life
[End of Part 1]
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