The Cursed Ring Maker

They say a blacksmith forged the stars, with iron hands and cursed old

scars. But Saturn bound him to the skies, to hammer rings

that never die. Swing the hammer, curse the chain, rings of fire, ice and pain.

Round and round the heavens sing, the ring maker bound to Saturn's

ring. Each blow resounds, a sailor hears, like ghostly drums that call their

fears. The anvils sing the hammers cry, no end until the stars run

dry. Swing the hammer, curse the chain, rings of fire, ice and pain.

Round and round the heavens sing, the ring maker bound to Saturn's ring.