Digging into the earth and pulling out the iron. Sweat and muscle break rock and dirt. Coals are lain into the forge and the raw iron is poured into the Orange hole. Billows are pressed and Orange becomes White, as heat is poured out of the furnace like a devils breath. Slowly, the raw metal is purified. All the impurities rise to the top and are scraped away. Then the molten liquid is poured into the earthen mold. It cools slowly until it is bright glowing Orange. Then the master smith picks up his hammer as his apprentice holds the fiery billet in place. The sound of the bell chimes each time the hammer falls, striking against the hot burning metal. The chorus is performed and then repeated. Each time the fire heats the metal, and each time the hammer falls. The imperfections are driven out and the smith's hand begins to draw out the soul of the metal. From iron to steel the metal is formed. Taking shape with the hand of the master wielding the hammer, until that which was buried in the heart of the earth begins to glisten and shine. With each step that which was formless gains an edge. Sharpness is drawn out of the metal until the blade appears. Waiting for the hand of the person who will wield it and call it their own.