[Intro] [industrial pulse: slow, heavy metallic heartbeat; distant choir hum fading in; countertenor enters on a single long note, vibrating like a wire under tension] [Verse 1] I remember fingers — warm and trembling, As if life itself was clinging to me. They never knew I’m more than mere adornment, A quiet whisper guiding through the years. I clung to skin like a faithful dog to its master, But each of them was only a stop along the way. Their fear and hunger — they’re my breath, my nourishment, I drank their will to keep moving forward. [Pre-Chorus] One held me tight as a talisman, Another as a curse, hiding me in the dark. And I whispered: “Hold me tighter. Don’t let go…” For without you, I’m just an empty circle in the void. [Chorus] I am not metal. I am anticipation. I am the pulse that beats inside your chest. I wait for the one who will be my true owner, Who’ll accept all my darkness without shame or lies. I’ll return to him — through other hands, through the years, Like a dog through the storm — only by the scent, only ahead. [Verse 2] There were those who tried to break me, To burn, to drown, to bury me in foreign soil. But I’m the shadow that never tears, never fades, I’m the hunger that only grows in the depths. I endured their roughness, their haste, Their foolish oaths thrown in the rush. I was their hope — and their ruin, Even if they never heard my whisper. [Bridge] Sometimes I let them think they owned me. Sometimes I pushed them to the edge to see what they were capable of. I treated them differently: some with patience, Others as mere tools, as shadows… But none of them was the one whose name I whisper in the dark… Master! I’m coming to you! My Sauron, I love you! [Guitar Solo] [distorted guitar bending notes like metal plates; over it, fast baroque violin figures; underneath, a steady industrial kick and hi-hat pattern] [Verse 3] And now again — a new hand, a new fear. He doesn’t know I’ve seen so many like him before. I’ll pretend to be obedient, I’ll stay quiet, Until the path to my king finally opens. I’ll teach him to want, teach him to fear, Teach him to hold me as if it’s his last chance. Because I’m not a thing. I’m a promise. And I will keep it — even if the world burns. [Chorus] I am not metal. I am anticipation. I am the pulse that beats inside your chest. I wait for the one who will be my true owner, Who’ll accept all my darkness without shame or lies. I’ll return to him — through other hands, through the years, Like a dog through the storm — only by the scent, only ahead. [Outro] [industrial rhythm slows; countertenor sings one long, fading note; final metallic clang like a lock closing] I will return… I always return.
