Forged Iron Crucible - Pillorian

I have been molding this burden for a lifetime

Curved in the most exquisite form

Forged to capture my molten iron will

A vessel that shall carry me to the grave

Purity through fire

Cauterize…

This furrowed affliction is as arrow-ravaged flesh

Locked away in a chamber of voices

Haunted by the past, hunted by the present

Stalked endlessly by a harrow of shame

By scorn and the crucible

Scar, burn, sanctify

The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire

The perfect scar is forged by pyre…

I have been molding this bitterness for a lifetime

Cradled in the most exquisite form

Forged to scoff my molten iron will

A mockery that will echo to the grave

Purity through fire

Wash away the burden

The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire

The perfect scar is forged by pyre and crucible