Kin of Ettins - Forge Fire And Bellow
King to be, Prince of the farseeing
Whose sire greets his final day
And the hammer tolls, steel unfolds
To bestow the deadly blade
Fallen from the heavens, Blood Moon below
This fateful gift of iron, Forge fire, and bellow
Sights unseen, part of the hero''s being
The heart to carry into valor
Peace has vanished, the blade is brandished
Amidst the rumble of the battle
Letras Kin of Ettins