Through the forest's entrance, down the snowy road
We trudge through the snow, as old man told
Pass the ancient oaks, mind the runic mark,
Hurry up the step, soon it will be dark
Marks of our fathers, marks from time forlon,
But their presence lives forever,
On and on and on
Hail!

With strengh of a bear and will of iron,
He melts and shapes the earth's gold
Forging with hammer, hours and hours,
Making god's like unbreakable swords

He came from a land of dreadful dragons
Where he tamed them as fathers before
In a search of his peace, he travelled and travelled
And found a place where he can start his lore!

Sun is almost swallowed by the night
And we saw the far-away light
A cottage on the end of the forest deep
A secret inside for ages he keeps

From a homeland he brought a reptilian
To serve him with his fire hot as sun
A small purse of diamonds is what we offer him
To create a sword with dragon soul within

Hammer, anvil, embers, swage, vomits of the dragon force!
Forging, melting, bending, shrinking, welding, bearhanded force!
Hammer, anvil, embers, swage, vomits of the dragon force!
Forging, melting, bending, shrinking, welding, bearhanded force!

He swings with his hammer like with magic stick
Under his stone shaped arms, sparks flick

His yellow-orange beard matches with the colour of fire,
Fire that burns inside his eyes, a melted iron
Reflecting steam in his blue eyes,
Hammer hits follow the pulse of his heart