Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Before your cities, before your kings,
I struck the dark and I taught it to sing.
I bent the mountain, I drank the heat,
I poured the world out at my feet.
I armed the gods — the bow, the spear,
the bident's tide, the whip of fear.
Every blade that they hold high
was hammered out beneath my eye.
[Pre-Chorus]
And it is never, never enough —
I make it perfect, then I break it for love.
[Chorus]
Every spark is a strike, every strike is a spark,
I am the maker and the burning in the dark.
Bring me your new things — let them be born in my fire,
and the ash that they cost you is the price of desire.
I do not bless, I do not spare,
I forge, I shatter, and I forge it again — I don't care.
[Verse 2]
You call it ruin — I call it the start,
I have always made beauty by tearing it apart.
The masterpiece cools and it bores me to tears,
so back to the coals after all of these years.
You raise your devoted, your faithful, your few,
and each one that rises rains fire on you.
[Pre-Chorus]
For nothing that's living was ever born clean —
it comes out of the hammer, the heat, and the scream.
[Chorus]
Every spark is a strike, every strike is a spark,
I am the maker and the burning in the dark.
Bring me your new things — let them be born in my fire,
and the ash that they cost you is the price of desire.
I do not bless, I do not spare,
I forge, I shatter, and I forge it again — I don't care.
[Bridge]
I made a sword that could murder a god —
forged it in spite, in the cold and the odd.
Then it slipped from my hand to the world down below,
and the sun-god reclaimed it and made it his own.
So I burn a little hotter than a god should burn,
and I'll dash the next wonder to ash. Let it learn.
[Bridge build]
There is no end to it, no rest, no cold floor —
just the fire and the anvil and the wanting of more.
[Final Chorus]
Every spark is a strike, every strike is a spark,
I am the maker and the burning in the dark.
Bring me your new things — let them be born in my fire,
and the ash that they cost you is the price of desire.
I do not bless, I do not spare,
I forge, I shatter, and I forge it again — I don't care.
Let the mountain remember, let the dragons draw near —
the god of the forge is still working in here.
[Outro]
One strike. One spark.
One more shape pulled out of the dark.
