Latvian Rifleman
2000 · album
Skyforger - The Devil Slayer lyrics
Artist: Skyforger
album: Kurbads
The Snake Witch flees to the seaside to drink water there and cool
Down her throat. Meanwhile,
Kurbads arrives at the smithy where the Sky Forger is working.
He spends some time there helping the blacksmith.
In return, the blacksmith promises to forge a sword for Kurbads
Bellows blow, the anvil pounds
Sword of the hero will soon be born
I was the first who gained control
Subdued by my will the spirit of fire
Drove it into furnace
And taught the people
How to forge weapons, swing the hammer
Blow the bellows, cool and grind metal
Hey, blacksmith, forge a sword for me
As heavy as only few can lift it
Bellows blow, the anvil pounds
Sword of the hero will soon be born
Weighing as much as three heavy iron bars
Will it be heavy enough?
Not yet
My sword must be heavier
Forge, blacksmith, a sword for me
As heavy as only few heroes can lift it
Iron and fire, who dares to lift me up?
Son of the mare!
What will you call me?
The Devilslayer!
Forge roars, the furnace burns, bellows blow day and night
Hammer strikes, the anvil pounds
Sword of the hero will soon be born
Three more iron bars are forged!
Can you lift it?
Yes, now it is the proper size
And a proper weight for me!
I forged a sword for you, Kurbads
A sword which only you can lift!
Down her throat. Meanwhile,
Kurbads arrives at the smithy where the Sky Forger is working.
He spends some time there helping the blacksmith.
In return, the blacksmith promises to forge a sword for Kurbads
Bellows blow, the anvil pounds
Sword of the hero will soon be born
I was the first who gained control
Subdued by my will the spirit of fire
Drove it into furnace
And taught the people
How to forge weapons, swing the hammer
Blow the bellows, cool and grind metal
Hey, blacksmith, forge a sword for me
As heavy as only few can lift it
Bellows blow, the anvil pounds
Sword of the hero will soon be born
Weighing as much as three heavy iron bars
Will it be heavy enough?
Not yet
My sword must be heavier
Forge, blacksmith, a sword for me
As heavy as only few heroes can lift it
Iron and fire, who dares to lift me up?
Son of the mare!
What will you call me?
The Devilslayer!
Forge roars, the furnace burns, bellows blow day and night
Hammer strikes, the anvil pounds
Sword of the hero will soon be born
Three more iron bars are forged!
Can you lift it?
Yes, now it is the proper size
And a proper weight for me!
I forged a sword for you, Kurbads
A sword which only you can lift!
