(Verse 1)
Burning skies, the embers rain,
A fractured soul, machine and pain.
Corporate hands pull at the strings,
While hollow pilots feed the kings.
Twisted veins of oil and rust,
A legacy ground into dust.
Wires whisper secrets cold,
Stories of the young turned old.
(Chorus)
In the fires of Rubicon, we are born again,
Steel and shadow, we’re more than men.
Through ash and ruin, we carve the sky,
In endless battles, machines don’t cry.
(Verse 2)
Blood-soaked gears, the engines scream,
A waking nightmare, the shattered dream.
Echoes of the past ignite,
The Rubicon burns through endless night.
Flesh and circuits, we intertwine,
A sacrifice to the grand design.
The pulse of war, it calls us home,
In the blackened void, we fight alone.
(Bridge)
Beneath the stars, a crimson tide,
No gods to pray to, nowhere to hide.
The corporations hold the chains,
But who remains when nothing remains?
(Chorus)
In the fires of Rubicon, we are born again,
Steel and shadow, we’re more than men.
Through ash and ruin, we carve the sky,
In endless battles, machines don’t cry.
(Verse 3)
Walter’s voice, a shadowed guide,
A weary soul with truths to hide.
Through the static, his orders bind,
But freedom"s price weighs on my mind.
D-621, a name erased,
A tool of war, a life displaced.
A hollow husk, a ghost in steel,
Bound to a fate I cannot feel.
(Verse 4)
D-621, a number, no name,
A pawn in the shadows of the corporate game.
Through fire and ash, a legend was torn,
In the crucible"s heart, a Raven was born.
From nameless void to wings of might,
A harbinger soaring through endless night.
Forged by war, a blade unchained,
The call of Raven forever ingrained.
(Verse 5)
The Coral flows, a crimson stream,
A substance birthed from nightmare’s dream.
It whispers truths, both curse and gift,
A power vast that shadows lift.
Rubicon burns, its veins run deep,
A living force that will not sleep.
It binds the lost, it tempts the strong,
In its embrace, we all belong.
(Outro)
The fires fade, but the war persists,
A cursed existence, we coexist.
When the flames rise high, will we survive?
Or will we burn to feel alive?
