Hammer Through the Night

(Clang… clang… hiss…)

(Clang… clang… hiss…)

Don’t stop the fire—

Don’t let it die—

(Clang… clang… hiss…)

We saw the line when the powder ran dry

Heard the breaking before the cry

Steel too slow and hands too few

So we build something stronger than what we knew

Measure the grain, pack it tight

Cut the paper, roll it right

Every inch and every breath—

We’re racing time, we’re racing death

Hold it steady—strike it true

If it fails, it fails on you

No second chance, no wasted flame

Every mistake has got a name

Hammer through the night—don’t break, don’t bend

Fire in the dark till the dark meets end

We don’t stop when the bodies fall—

We build the fire that outlives all

Strike for the line, for the ones who stand

For every empty, waiting hand

We don’t sleep, we don’t run—

We finish what they’ve begun

Barrel scorched and the metal screams

Nothing holds like it should in dreams

Test it once—misfire, spark

Try again in the choking dark

Faster load—we can’t go slow

Faster’s useless if it won’t go

Find the balance, make it hold

Turn the fear into something cold

Hands are shaking—keep them still

Skill is nothing without the will

Mark it, measure, cut it clean

Make it better than it’s ever been

Hammer through the night—don’t break, don’t bend

Fire in the dark till the dark meets end

We don’t stop when the bodies fall—

We build the fire that outlives all

Strike for the line, for the ones who stand

For every empty, waiting hand

We don’t sleep, we don’t run—

We finish what they’ve begun

Will it hold when they need it most?

It has to hold… or they’re all ghosts

(Clang… slower… heavier)

I’ve seen the wall when the fire’s gone

Then we make sure the fire stays on

(Clang—clang—clang—clang)

(Faster… faster…)

(Hiss—crack—ignite)

Hammer through the night—don’t break, don’t bend

Fire in the dark till the dark meets end

Let them come with their teeth and flame—

We’ll answer back in iron and rain

Strike for the line, for the ones who stand

For every loss we couldn’t stand

We don’t sleep, we don’t run—

We become what must be done

(Clang… clang… hiss…)

It’ll fire.

It has to.

(Final strike)