Forged Iron Crucible

I have been molding this burden for a lifetime
 Curved in the most exquisite form
 Forged to capture my molten iron will
 A vessel that shall carry me to the grave
 Purity through fire
 Cauterize...
 This furrowed affliction is as arrow-ravaged flesh
 Locked away in a chamber of voices
 Haunted by the past, hunted by the present
 Stalked endlessly by a harrow of shame
 By scorn and the crucible
 Scar, burn, sanctify
 The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire
 The perfect scar is forged by pyre...
 I have been molding this bitterness for a lifetime
 Cradled in the most exquisite form
 Forged to scoff my molten iron will
 A mockery that will echo to the grave
 Purity through fire
 Wash away the burden
 The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire
 The perfect scar is forged by pyre and crucible