Verse I The forge is cold, the hammer still, No sparks rise with the dawn, The anvil waits in silence now For hands that are gone. We walk in black through cinder and snow, Boots heavy, hearts the same, A warrior laid in earthen rest, Thorgrim was his name. Chorus So drink not deep, but drink in kind, To iron, ash, and stone, For every blade he ever shaped Was never forged alone. We stand as one in fire’s wake, Though grief has carved us raw— Steel remembers who we were When Thorgrim forged us all. Verse II The sailor bows his weathered head, Salt tears on beard and sleeve, He learned that even ironclads Must sometimes grieve. The healer’s hands still shake with prayer, Too late, yet spoken true, For even gods must turn aside When time has its due. Chorus So drink not deep, but drink in kind, To iron, ash, and stone, For every blade he ever shaped Was never forged alone. We stand as one in fire’s wake, Though grief has carved us raw— Steel remembers who we were When Thorgrim forged us all. Verse III The sorcerer stares into the flame, Sees faces in the coal, Power means little in the end When death collects its toll. The rogue stands quiet in the back, No joke, no silver tongue, Some debts are paid in silence When all the songs are sung. Verse IV The barbarian grips a splintered haft, Knuckles split and white, For strength was something Thorgrim taught In every losing fight. Not rage alone, but tempered will, A heart that would not bend, “Endure,” he said, “and strike once more— Stand fast. Protect. Defend.” Chorus So drink not deep, but drink in kind, To iron, ash, and stone, For every blade he ever shaped Was never forged alone. We stand as one in fire’s wake, Though grief has carved us raw— Steel remembers who we were When Thorgrim forged us all. Bridge Lay him down where roots run deep, Where mountain bones are strong, Let earth reclaim the craftsman Who taught us right from wrong. And when our swords are notched and dull, And hope is wearing thin, We’ll hear his voice in ringing steel: “Again. Strike true. Begin.” Final Chorus (soft, then rising) So drink at last, and lift the cup, To brother, friend, and shield, To calloused hands and honest fire That never learned to yield. We leave him here—but not behind, For in each scar we saw: We are the living testament Of Thorgrim, ash, and law. Outro The forge is cold… But we burn on.