The tinkling of iron is music to my ears, and the burning in my muscles is a familiar and welcome friend. You and I are here for the same battle, aren't we? To forge ourselves again, repetition after repetition, passing through here.
The tinkling of iron is music to my ears, and the burning in my muscles is a familiar and welcome friend. You and I are here for the same battle, aren't we? To forge ourselves again, repetition after repetition, passing through here.