Clang! Clang! Clang!
Oh, my body aches! When is it over?
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Please stop the torture,

Sir, my Blacksmith, my Creator.
When will this pain be over?

Clang! Clang! Clang!
What could you possibly want?
My soul is broken, my body is shattered, when will you be done?

Clang! Clang! Clang!
What beauty can you make from me?
I came from the dirt, just a lump of iron. Can you make gold from me?

Clang! Clang! Clang!
What shape will I be?
From this fire, these blows,
I now understand what I can be.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
I understand you made me for you.
I go through fire to burn, burn my impurities.
I go through blows. To temper my mind. To temper my body,

Clang! Clang! Clang!
These blows hurt, the Fire burns.
Can you really make me into gold?
I want your water.to quench me.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
Can you make me strong?
Can you make me tall?
I will never know. I can only accept your will.
Oh, my Creator, the Blacksmith of my soul,
I trust you, I love you, for making me.