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Originally performed by Anvil |
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Scraping the Earth in search of the essence |
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Metallic rock ore where iron is present |
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Extraction smelters burn hot with phosphorescence |
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Rivulets of sweat steam hot in the mold |
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Splashes in magenta, yellow and gold |
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Glowing sparks flashing too hot to hold |
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Made for pounding a massive weight |
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Forming metal, willing fate |
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Power blasted streams engage the injection |
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The mechanism reacts with affection |
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Processing starts and so begins infection |
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Altered shape, affected matter |
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Giving form, an ominous factor |
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Never break it, it will never bend |
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The Anvil was Forged In Fire |
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Made for pounding a massive weight |
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Forming metal, willing fate |
