Three tings ring from the ping of the hammer
Echoes of the forge drown the chatter and the laughter
A sharp slick blade and edge is what im after
The dull of the souls of others does it matter

Breathe the flame the growth the pain
The hilt the blade shall never be the same
On a different level completely separate plane
Breathe again and call out my name

The sparks that ignite and disappear into smokey fog
The subtle sunshine secreting and peaking through the treeline
The wind whispers on as if the word of God
Telling me pleading believe me this'll all work out you'll be fine
Trials by fire speak of unforseen growth
The heating or the beating choose one choose both
Oh how I loath the smoldering smoke
Rolling off the top of my feet and from underneath my soles
The removal of clothes only in a metaphoric fashion
Stripping and ripping me down to the bear plasma
As if by holy divine intervention and passion
I lessen I strengthen I'm seated and I'm fastened
Outlasting any food for thought this path ain't what I thought
But I can't take it back for this is what I've sought and what I've bought
And what I've caught are feelings of disgust from the underhanded
Dealings of the very ones were led to trust what the fuck man

Three tings ring from the ping of the hammer
Echoes of the forge drown the chatter and the laughter
A sharp slick blade and edge is what I'm after
The dull of the souls of others does it matter

Breathe the flame the growth the pain
The hilt the blade shall never be the same
On a different level completely separate plane
Breathe again and call out my name

The air is burning the wind is wild
The body of a man but the soul of a child
Frightened misguided fears crushing and heightened
Carbon and ethereal impurities for I'm blighted
Resistant to the ever persistent nature of pain
Oblivious to sunrays this world holds only rain
Innocent yet I sense that in a sense I will gain
Fortitude will and perfection and unmeasurable strength
To be pure I'll endure the pain and the hurt
The ash and the burn for I'm sure that'll quench my thirst
Smoke plumes smolder roll off my soles
Bending fragmented I feel it takin it's toll
But never break no I can never
Bow my head, no, I'll endeavor
Yes these weak links I shall sever
To sharpen define and better
I'll withstand the trials of nature while on this host
And surpass my limitations in pursuit of growth

Three tings ring