Brickshard Foundry

cast them into fire
carbonizing steel for the savior
forging discretion
thirteen sinner burned clean
sacrificial weapon
ceremonies in the name of the lord
stench of burning tissues
vaporizing bathed in hellfire

i serve my master in the shadows of the brickshard foundry
i do everything my fallen angel asks of me
i am the forger of discretion
i do everything the morning star asketh of me

steel forged from their lives
thirteen they were chosen
burned they carbonized
this batch fpr the master
pure have burned their souls
repenting of their sins
knives made of he flesh
scared into creation