My soul was forged by the blow of the hammer
Finding comfort in the darkness
My only true companion
The power of magic pulsing within my spirit
None can break its grip of fire around my heart
My will for creation cannot be overcome
It will bring my only moments of solace

A teacher without a true spirit
But one with the discipline I will need
Unworthy tormentors fuel my hatred
Feeling the sting of my misanthropic fury
Gods of magic I will serve you
I will bring glory to your name
Grant me the power that I seek
Let the fire burn strong
I will rise from the ashes
Leaving my mark in the untouched snow
The crisp winds of my eternal winter
Breathe a chill of life in my soul

My soul was forged by the blow of the hammer
Finding comfort in the darkness
My only true companion
The power of magic pulsing within my spirit
None can break its grip of fire around my heart