Iron in the Ember (wersja 2)

Verse

Blacksmith hammer on the anvil tongue

Pounding out a song that never goes wrong

Embers flying, sparks like tiny wars

Forging every scar into something more

Chain mail rattling down my spine

Steel in the marrow, still I climb

Twenty years of sweat and broken stone

Turning iron into an ember's throne

Pre-Chorus

Something rising through the chest plate

Feet on fire, forget the weight

Every drop of blood becomes a flame

I was built to carry more than names

Chorus

Iron in the ember, iron burning slow

Carry me where the shadows go

Hands to the sky, let the anvil ring out

This is how we rise without a doubt

Verse

The forge door slamming shut behind

Bare hands on the chimney line

Furnace breathing through the wall like lungs

Pulling up the deepest drums

Hammers ringing out in rows of ten

Every strike that landed, every storm that's been

Melted down and poured into my spine

This is where the iron turns divine

Pre-Chorus

Something rising through the chest plate

Feet on fire, forget the weight

Every drop of blood becomes a flame

I was built to carry more than names

Chorus

Iron in the ember, iron burning slow

Carry me where the shadows go

Hands to the sky, let the anvil ring out

This is how we rise without a doubt

Bridge

Not the spark that strikes the match

It's the fire underneath that fact

Every scar is proof I've been there

I don't break when the furnace breathes in air

Chorus

Iron in the ember, iron burning slow

Carry me where the shadows go

Hands to the sky, let the anvil ring out

This is how we rise without a doubt