[Intro] [Verse] Stone to bone, blood to blade, In the grip, a god is made. No more prey, no more plea — We shaped the world to answer me. [Verse] Knapped flint, cracked skull, A language born of force and pull. One stroke feeds, one stroke kills — Our hands became the ancient will. [Chorus] These are the tools of becoming, Where thought and hunger meet. Where silence breaks in rhythm, And chaos finds its beat. [Verse] Fire taught us not to pray, But how to keep the dark at bay. The sky grew close, the roots grew deep — And death began to fear our sleep. [Bridge chant-like, building] Strike the stone — Tear the skin — Mark the bone — Let change begin. [Outro] And every edge we ever carved Cut deeper in the soul. The hands that once just reached — Now take control.
