Forged Iron Crucible

<p>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</p><p>Purity through fire Cauterize</p><p>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</p><p>By scorn and the crucible Scar, burn, sanctify</p><p>The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire The perfect scar is forged by pyre</p><p>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</p><p>Purity through fire Wash away the burden</p><p>The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire The perfect scar is forged by pyre and crucible</p>