[Intro – mechanical hum, distant hammering, low brass drones]
Clock hands grind like gears in bone
Foundries wake in ash and stone
Names get stamped, then names get gone
We feed the war so it can run
[Verse 1 – factory rhythm, metal percussion]
Melt the ore, break the night
Pour the fire into light
Copper veins and iron thread
Make the things that keep us fed
Stamp it hard, count it clean
Every round a machine dream
Stack it high, box it tight
Ship the weight into the night
[Pre-Chorus – rising tension, siren synth]
From Twosun dust to eastern rail
Through broken lines and Gnar-wrecked trails
Every mile a loaded sin
And still we push it forward in
[Chorus – heavy, marching industrial beat]
We make the iron, we break the stone
We send the thunder far from home
Through burning ports and serpent sea
It finds the fight it needs to be
Step by step, crate by crate
We feed the war, we feed its fate
From desert heat to ocean roar
We carry death to distant shore
[Verse 2 – conveyor rhythm, hydraulic pulses]
Railcars scream on fractured track
Ghosts of war look from the black
Bridges groan and signals fade
Still the convoy won’t degrade
Dockside cranes in iron prayer
Lift the burden through the air
Seal the hull and lock the lid
Hope it’s more than what we did
[Pre-Chorus – tightening, faster percussion]
Sea maps torn and winds unknown
Serpent depths and bone and stone
If it breaks before the end
We start the cycle once again
[Chorus – louder, layered vocals]
We make the iron, we break the stone
We send the thunder far from home
Through burning ports and serpent sea
It finds the fight it needs to be
Step by step, crate by crate
We feed the war, we feed its fate
From desert heat to ocean roar
We carry death to distant shore
[Bridge – stripped down, echoing metal clangs]
One delay becomes a mile
One lost ship becomes a trial
One cracked rail, one broken line
And someone pays for borrowed time
[Final Chorus – full industrial collapse, massive sound]
We make the iron, we break the stone
We send the thunder far from home
Through Gnar-stained land and kraken tide
We make sure something reaches wide
Step by step, crate by crate
We feed the war, we feed its fate
No hero here, no saint, no shore
Just getting what the fight needs more
[Outro – machines slowing, distant ocean wind]
Clock hands stop… but gears still spin
Somewhere the war is wearing thin
And still we build, and still we send
Until the end becomes the end
ElCeviche
