It's the blaze that beckons men
The drinks of life's red, gold
No maiden's eyes should have
But shame won't leave with dying breath

But shame won't leave with dying breath
As mist it wells up the brook's dark banks
Iron does as iron's told
No maiden's eyes should have

Is the sight of the fire that

Into the woods of beaten path
The drinks of life's red, gold

Bewitched by these fir woods
The life that now wants it's own death
Reflected in her eyes
The drinks of life's red, gold
But shame won't leave with dying breath
Is the sight of the fire that
It's the blaze that beckons men
Iron does as iron's told
Iron does as iron's told
Into the woods of beaten path

The drinks of life's red, gold

Sung so softly with the stars
No maiden's eyes should have
But shame won't leave with dying breath
Is the sight of the fire that
It's the blaze that beckons men
Reflected in her eyes
The life that wants it's own
The drinks of life's red, gold
The life that wants it's own
The life that wants it's own

Iron does as iron's told

Sung so softly with the stars

Heard by those of solitude
Is the death beds lullaby

Into the woods of beaten path
Bathed in the rust of moon
And the forest hums its silent hymn
Iron does as iron's told