Epicland - Sword Crafter Тексты

Master of the hammer
True man of the north, blacksmith of ages
Crafter of magic weapons
Hammer the iron, forge it into steel
Sword crafter for all
Lord of armor, skill of swords
Unseen hero of war
Artist of metals, free of burden

Blacksmith, our fate in your hands
Your armor protects us, and your weapons guide us
Sword crafter, hard labor you do not mind
Many hours a day, your dedication pure

Master of the forge
Your hammer bright red, as you shape the metal
Sparks strike your skin
Fire in your eyes, fire on the steel
Best iron in all the land
Needs no apprentice, only two hands
Your craft is your life
Live by the hammer, hold it on your death
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