The Empyrean - The Smithy Lyrics

He paints a golden portrait
About all the things
'Such a perfect day' that's what he sings
His steps are coloured
He dances on rainbows
He's like a father
He never leaves his post

With his beautiful daughters
He lives a coloured life
Hurt them and their father
Will cut you like a knife
They're his angels
He loves them to the core
Although there's a crisis
He don't need more

All right now
He's The Smithy
Abort your attack
He's forged in fire
And made of lead
Hit, hit, hit The Smithy
And he'll hit you back
With his hammer
Right on your head

Life is an anvil; you forge new life on it
Love is the answer for everything you did
Life is what happens to us, even if we can't see
Death is inevitable, except if you don't agree

All right now
He's The Smithy
Abort your attack
He's forged in fire
And made of lead
Hit, hit, hit The Smithy
And he'll hit you back
With his hammer
Right on your head

He will walk on
The shadows will be gone
He will go on
Everything happens