Iron Cradle

(Verse 1) In the heart of the mountain, where shadows linger, A dwarf with hands weathered, a skilled artificer. He forged the armor, with love and despair, For his daughter's rest, a tribute so rare. (Chorus) Hammer on anvil, echoes through the stone, A father's lament, in each clang and tone. Armor of steel, crafted with care, To shield his beloved in the realm beyond there. (Verse 2) Molten metal danced, like flames in the forge, A tale of sorrow, a father's remorse. Engraved with runes, a legacy to wear, His daughter's repose, a burdensome prayer. (Chorus) Hammer on anvil, echoes through the stone, A father's lament, in each clang and tone. Armor of steel, crafted with care, To shield his beloved in the realm beyond there. (Bridge) In the fire's glow, memories unfold, Of laughter shared, and stories untold. A promise kept in the clang of the steel, A final embrace, in wounds that won't heal. (Verse 3) The armor gleamed, like stars in the night, A guardian crafted, in the forge's dim light. For his daughter's slumber, in earth's gentle breast, A tribute of love, in armor dressed. (Chorus) Hammer on anvil, echoes through the stone, A father's lament, in each clang and tone. Armor of steel, crafted with care, To shield his (Outro) In the quiet halls, where the anvil's refrain, Fades to silence, like a vanishing chain. The dwarf's tears fall, as the armor is pressed, A final gift, for his daughter to rest.