Iron Choas

As a battle begins to circulate, I take my last moments to contemplate.

Planning my strategy to anticipate - The moment my opponent overextends is when I will seal their fate.

Now I'm good at what I do and that is a proven fact;

Piles and piles of pilots lay waste in the scrap and you're the next one in line who's going to die next upon impact.

Reading every angle, every move you've made - The trap is already set, the price is getting paid.

You think you see me coming — you don't see a thing.

Lock on. Fire. Let the missiles sing.

Steel on steel in the dead of the night - One of us lands and one of us dies.

You can dodge, you can run, you can boost away - But iron rains down at the end of the day.

Stagger. Strike. It's already done.

The arena goes quiet — and I'm the last one.

Steel on steel in the dead of the night - This is how legends are made, here I rise.

Hydraulics hiss while the reactor hums low,

Target in my optics and I'm ready to go.

Every scar on the chassis got a story attached,

Every rival that crossed me got reduced into ash.

Your comms full of panic, hear the static distort,

Meanwhile I'm movin' calm while I'm conductin' the war.

Quick boost through the smoke, blade flash in the haze,

You were aiming for survival — I was built for the grave.

Pressure buildin' up inside the barrel and core,

You can feel the whole arena start to shake from the roar.

I don't fight for glory, I don't fight for applause,

I just keep advancing while you freeze at the pause.

Now your systems overheating, warning lights blinking red,

One wrong move and your machine becomes your coffin instead.

I can hear the crowd screaming every time that I strike,

Cause they know another titan getting buried tonight.

No hesitation when the window appears,

I've been sharpened by the losses and the blood through the years.

Every movement calculated, every second precise,

You only get one chance when you're gambling your life.

Steel on steel in the dead of the night - One of us lands and one of us dies.

You can dodge, you can run, you can boost away - But iron rains down at the end of the day.

Stagger. Strike. It's already done.

The arena goes quiet — and I'm the last one.

Steel on steel in the dead of the night - This is how legends are made, here I rise.

Sirens echo while the fire lights the sky,

Metal angels falling down one by one as they die.

I can feel the recoil rattling straight through my veins,

Every battle that I survived only made me insane.

So if you're stepping in the ring then you'd better come prepared,

Cause mercy disappeared the second that I got here.

No retreat, no surrender, no fear in my eyes,

Only smoke, sparks, and the sound of demise.

Steel on steel in the dead of the night - One of us lands and one of us dies.

Engines screaming like a storm as we collide,

History written every second we survive.

Stagger. Strike. It's already done.

Another fallen king beneath the ba