Metal veins begin to glow, circuits hum in undertow. Pressure builds beneath the frame, silent sparks without a name. Turn the gears that never sleep, draw the fire from the deep. Motion coils in hidden lines, waiting where the pulse aligns. Rising through the tension, the current breaks the stone. Rising through the tension, the engine claims its throne. Hear the turbines twist in air, shaping forms from vacant stare. Rising through the tension, the current breaks the stone. Rising through the tension, the engine claims its throne. Ashes drift from steel and flame, leaving coils without a name.