[Dm]Dark smoke [C]exhales, from the [Bb]mountain [A]half
And the [Dm]wind [G]blows through hollow [A7]dells
[Dm]Skies clear as [G]day, shall [Bb]soon turn [A7]gray
And you'll [Dm]know, you're nearing [G]ornn.[Dm]
[Dm]Barring your [C]path is a [Bb]chasm [A]wide
[Dm]Howls [G]rise from fathomless [A7]pits
But [Dm]close stands a [C]bridge, [Bb]frozen by [A7]time
And a[Dm]cross, you’ll soon find [G]Ornn
[Dm]River of [C]fire, that [Bb]scorches the [A7]earth
Be[Dm]lies his [G]kingdom of [A7]stone
And [Dm]steel sings its [G]tone, as a [Bb]god stands a[A7]lone
The shaping [Dm]hand, we know as [G]Ornn
[Dm]Sparks leap and [C]fly from the [Bb]star-fallen [A7]ore
[Dm]Forging [G]his works, di[A7]vine
[Dm]Bellows e[G]rupt, with un[Bb]bridled [Dm]force
No longer [Bb]lost – The [A7]Mountainsmith [Am]Ornn