[Intro] (The screech of metal being violently torn apart. The hiss of a cutting torch, followed by a deafening blast. A heavy, fast-paced groove metal riff kicks in instantly, driven by double-kick drums.) [Verse 1] [Male Vocal] They cut the hinges with a torch, the outer doors give way The smell of sulfur in the air, the ash begins to play. A tidal wave of rusted scrap, they flood the loading bay With feral eyes and grinding teeth, they’ve come to claim their prey. [Female Vocal] I spot them from the catwalk grate, a hundred men or more A sea of broken scavengers crashing on the shore. I chamber up the heavy rounds, I let the hammer fall And paint the cold and brutal truth across the concrete wall. [Chorus] [Both] Hold the choke point, choke the breath! Dancing on the edge of death! Every bullet, every shell Send the scavengers to hell! We are the shield around the flame, We will not let them erase the name! Blood on the iron, fire in the wire, Feed the bodies to the pyre! [Verse 2] [Female Vocal] I trigger the perimeter, the hidden wires spark An arc of white electricity illuminates the dark. The vanguard burns, the second line is rushing through the gap We lure them in the corridor, a devastating trap. [Male Vocal] The bottleneck is filling up, there is no room to stand I drop the rifle, pull the blade, it’s going hand to hand. The shrapnel flies, the echoes ring, the sensory overload We hold the line of genesis upon this bloody road. [Chorus] [Both] Hold the choke point, choke the breath! Dancing on the edge of death! Every bullet, every shell Send the scavengers to hell! We are the shield around the flame, We will not let them erase the name! Blood on the iron, fire in the wire, Feed the bodies to the pyre! [Verse 3] [Male Vocal] My barrel melts, my hearing fades, the smoke is getting thick The blood is mixing with the snow, the air is turning sick. They fight like starving animals, they have no fear to lose But we are fighting for the world, there's nothing left to choose. [Female Vocal] Their numbers start to thin away, their courage starts to crack The heavy guns from up above are pushing them right back. The final charge is broken down, the engines turn and flee They leave their dead upon the steps, and leave the archive free. [Bridge] [Male Vocal] Push them back! [Female Vocal] Seal the breach! [Both] Keep the archive out of reach! We won't surrender the design, We hold the line, we hold the line! [Outro] (The chaotic metal tempo slows down into a sluggish, incredibly heavy, exhausted chugging riff. The sound of retreating vehicles fades into the distance. Heavy breathing is heard.) [Both] The doors are holding... we survived. (The heavy guitars fade out into the dripping sound of water and the metallic ping of cooling gun barrels. Fade to silence.)
