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Iron I know your genesis

From elements separation

At first comes Air your mother

Then comes Water your sister

Three filled virgins are born from you

Black milk for sweet iron

White for steel's origin

Red for cast iron

You have been created

But it lacks you a shape

Now that you're born

You'll turn into a sword

Almarinen, hammer in hand

Has to feed the smithy

You've been iron seed

And you'll sink in deep fire

Scream! Scream!

I hear your words, not to kill

Never break the oath

Meet your sister to be tough

Because your mouth is still a void

No water only the black bee, Hell's Bird

Iron needs what you gather

From six flowers

But you're turning evil!

Hell's Bird throws six poisons

Venomous liquid to soak the sword

Infernal swarm, beginning of war

Third creation is turning black

Fury, craziness, storm of hate

Iron, no! Don't break the oath

It's too late, you repudicated

Now is the rush, now is blood