Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
Industrial war factory shipping ammo across continents, metal percussion, sirens, heavy synth bass, marching drums, clan
Duration
5:02
Instrumental
No
Created
4/9/2026