Spine & V - Basalt Sandals

[Verse 1] Hot gates of Thermopylae, I march through calamity, Armor on archaeology, carving a path through the gravity. One man, one vow, one valley of fatality, Measured in marrow and mettle, not in your vanity. I speak in polysyllables, elegant brutality, Tactician in the trenches with a scholar's mentality. Every syllable serrated, cutting through your apathy, I turn panic to anatomy, pain into strategy. Basalt under sandals, the dust got a memory, Mouth full of thunder, I move like a centenary. You chase the applause, I chase the actual legacy, Steel in the sentence, I keep it in symmetry. [Pre-Chorus] Hear that narrow road, Feel that pressure rise. If the line holds here, Then the weak all die. [Chorus] Hot gates, hot gates, Thermopylae Hot gates, hot gates, come and follow me Stand still, stay steel, let the flood come free Hot gates, hot gates, Thermopylae [Verse 2] I was bred on the edge where the rich and the reckless meet, Where the proud get reduced to a rumor and a broken beat. You can fake your bravado, but I read every heartbeat, Tell the fear from the fever by the way that you barely speak. I got compound rhymes with a compound focus, Lockjaw logic and a blade-sharp locust. All your grand pronouncements start to look precocious, When the ground turns savage and the consequences notice. No crown, no comfort, just a clause in the storm, Just a name in the dust where the hardened were formed. I don't bend for the empire, I don't warm for the norm, I am iron in motion, I am weather transformed. [Bridge] Beneath the sun, the silence hums, A thousand footsteps, then none. If history wants my lungs, It can learn how a line gets stung. [Chorus] Hot gates, hot gates, Thermopylae Hot gates, hot gates, come and follow me Stand still, stay steel, let the flood come free Hot gates, hot gates, Thermopylae