When the heat rises up
To the point of maximum temperature
To give birth to the flame
The fountain of passion showers high
New ways emerge
In the endless search
For the expression supreme
And the true value of art

What does it take to feel it and make it real?
Maybe you must deal with insanity or steal

When we are at the forge
Of creation, but who knows
What lights up the torch
Illuminating the process for all those?
Those who are at the forge

When the steam burns your skin
And the mood is getting all so constrained
And the flame's dying down
The fountain of passion dried up suddenly
No way out
There's nothing you can do about it
But call it and wait
As long as you find another way

What does it take to feel it and make it real?
Maybe you must deal with insanity or steal

When we are at the forge
Of creation, but who knows
What lights up the torch
Illuminating the process for all those?
Those who are at the forge

When we are at the forge
Of creation, but who knows
What lights up the torch
Illuminating the process

When we are at the forge
Of creation, but who knows
What lights up the torch
Illuminating the process for all those?
Those who are at the forge

To create or come up with something
That is to thrill
One must place one's soul between
The hammer and the anvil


Lyrics submitted by Aryal

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