"Forging The Iron Of England" lyrics

"Forging The Iron Of England"

Where are now the bones of staunch Fabricus?
Wayland open for me the door to the Underworld
Art you king in your own right?

Cold Iron your ware
Excalibur your pride
So that no harm
Through this threshold may come!

Where are now the bones of staunch Fabricus?
Wayland open for me the door to the Underworld
Art you king in your own right?

Cold Iron your ware
Excalibur your pride
So that no harm
Through this threshold may come!

Cold Iron your ware
Excalibur your pride
So that no harm
Through this threshold may come!

A symbol of craftsmanship
A consoling image of permanence
Amid the flux and decay of earthly existence
Ye are but faithful treasurers of the Lord's wealth
The articiers of spiritual jewels
And the smiths of celestial weapons


Writer(s): Chris Naughton, Christopher J. Naughton, Simon Lucas
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