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Bride of the Frozen Forge

A song inspired by "Kalevala", in the genre of melodic death metal, atmospheric metal. Verse I In the hall of sparks and sorrowed flame, Stood Ilmarinen, bowed by shame, His rainbow bride in silence laid, A ghost within the anvil’s shade. Three moons he wept by dying fire, No hammer sang, no steel rang higher, The forge lay cold, the bellows still— Grief is a harder iron to kill. Pre-Chorus O night so long in northern sky, Where broken hearts refuse to die— Chorus From gold I’ll shape her lips again, From silver cast away my pain! Blow, O furnace, roar and rise— Burn her back to mortal skies! But fire obeys no mortal will… The perfect form is lifeless still. Verse II He cast the lamb to molten grave, A gilded colt no love could save, Again he fed the hungry blaze With mountain’s wealth and ocean’s praise. Till from the core of searing light Rose maiden forged in metal bright, Golden hair and silver crown— But not a pulse beneath her gown. Pre-Chorus Her eyes were stars that could not see, Her silent lips mocked destiny— Chorus From gold I’ll shape her lips again, From silver cast away my pain! Blow, O furnace, roar and rise— Burn her back to mortal skies! Yet frost crept through the marriage bed… Warm was one side—one was dead. Bridge North wind howls through Kalevala’s plain, Echoes of an endless pain, No god will breathe in metal’s breast, No heart will beat in gilded chest. Verse III To Väinämöinen old and wise He bore the bride with pleading eyes, “Take this wonder, end my strife, Give this shining corpse to life.” The sage beheld with ancient scorn: “No soul from molten ore is born. Melt her down to trinkets cold— Love is never cast in gold.” Final Chorus No forge can mend what death has torn, No flame revive what’s never born! Northern winds, carry the cry— Beauty forged is born to die! Cold her kiss, her breath the snow… No heart within the gold below. Outro So rings the anvil, bleak and old, A tale of sorrow carved in gold— Seek not warmth in metal’s gleam, For life is more than crafted dream.