The Immortal Man T.S.

Black coat, black heart, black horse in the rain,

A razor in the brim and a war in the brain.

Small Heath whispers when the engines roll,

Every brick knows the weight of a Shelby soul.

He came back from France with the mud in his eyes,

Four men in the trenches, a thousand goodbyes.

Built an empire from a bullet and a bet,

But you can’t outrun the ghosts you collect.

Grace was a sunrise in a city of grey,

Then one red flower took the light away.

Polly saw the darkness before he saw his face—

HOW MANY TIMES CAN A MAN OUTLIVE THE GRAVE?

CALL ME THE IMMORTAL MAN!

I’VE DIED A THOUSAND TIMES BUT I’M STILL WHO I AM!

I BUILT THIS KINGDOM WITH A HEART MADE OF STONE,

NOW I’VE GOT EVERYTHING—

AND I’M STILL ALONE.

Arthur fought demons he could never outrun,

Michael wanted the throne when the old war was done.

Alfie smiled like the devil had called him a friend,

Every Shelby victory carried blood to the end.

Black horses running, smoke in the sky,

Deals with the Crown and a bullet goodbye.

One eye on tomorrow, one hand on the past,

You can conquer the world—

but nothing ever lasts.

Razor-blade heartbeat, cigarette sunrise,

Cold-blood business with a dead man’s eyes.

Kings get crowned, kings get killed,

Promises buried while the contracts get filled.

Family fractured, photographs fade,

Every new empire is built on a grave.

Arthur’s screaming, Ada knows,

Polly’s voice still follows wherever he goes.

And beneath that tailored black suit—

A soldier still waits to come home.

YOU CALLED HIM

THE IMMORTAL MAN.

BUT IMMORTALITY

ISN’T LIVING FOREVER.

IT’S BEING UNABLE TO DIE

WITH WHAT ALREADY DIED INSIDE YOU.

CALL ME THE IMMORTAL MAN!

I’VE DIED A THOUSAND TIMES BUT I’M STILL WHO I AM!

I BUILT THIS KINGDOM WITH A HEART MADE OF STONE,

NOW I’VE GOT EVERYTHING—

AND I’M STILL ALONE.

So raise your glass to the men who came back,

To the broken, the brave and the ones off the track.

THE WAR IS OVER.

THE GUN IS DOWN.

AND THE IMMORTAL MAN

IS FINALLY ALLOWED TO DIE.