[INTRO — whispered liturgy] Ash on the altar… Iron in the lungs… Engines dream in rust… and I… awaken them. [VERSE I] In the hollow halls of steel, where the gears remember names, I walk with oil‑stained shadows, hearing hymns inside the frame. The pistons breathe like dying saints, their voices low and trembling— and every spark that flickers out becomes a relic worth remembering. [PRE‑CHORUS] Beneath the weight of broken crowns, the metal prays in static tones. I raise my hands to rusted light— the cathedral shakes… and groans. [CHORUS] Burn, oh sacred engine— let your embers guide the dead. Sing your iron prophecy through the wires in my head. I am the keeper of your ruin, the priestess of your flame— and in this post‑industrial silence, I speak your forgotten name. [VERSE II] Chains ring out like funeral bells, pipes exhale their final breath. The floor is cracked with memory, the walls still echo death. But in the dust of shattered coils, a pulse begins to rise— a heartbeat forged from metal grief, a ghost beneath the skies. [BRIDGE — ritual chant] Hollow engines… rusted spirits… rise from steel… and answer me. Through the smoke… through the ruin… I call you home… eternally. [FINAL CHORUS] Burn, oh sacred engine— let your embers guide the dead. Sing your iron prophecy through the wires in my head. I am the reliquary’s keeper, the voice of rust and flame— and in the ruins of tomorrow, the world will speak… your name.
