(The silence breaks — a single strike...)
Steel breathes — and sound becomes light
The ground resounds — the air stands still
The world bends to the hammer’s will
In halls of iron, echoes call
Through vaulted tones, through sacred thrall
Each impact hums — a prayer of weight
Through steel and smoke, we contemplate
Cathedral of impact — rise and resound
Through endless tone, the faith is found
Each hit, a word — each ring, a vow
The sound eternal — here and now
(Strike — echo — bloom — decay...)
Through rhythm we ascend the grey
Light refracts in sonic stone
The void hums soft — we are not alone
Machines in choir, their voices burn
Each tone a wheel, each pulse a turn
Through steel and soul, the spirit climbs
The sound becomes the shape of time
(Ahh... the walls of tone...)
(Ahh... the light through bone...)
A single chord — forever falls
Through sacred weight — the metal calls
(The final strike...)
Silence hums... eternal light...
