Iron Skeleton

[intro - mournful] Whispers cling to hollow air Where broken spirits drink despair No light, no path, an endless fall A silent scream within the thrall. [verse - aggressive] Then from the void, a cursed rhyme The Wrekkoner as pale as lyme From thunder-drums, the ground splits wide A yawning grave where hope had died. He calls forth blades jagged and mean From every wretched, broken scene Stone idols fall, from skies blood red To blasphemous gods, long since dead. [pre-chorus] Each wicked piece, a bone un-rot! For hollow forms, for this I fought! A grinding sound, the metal's grace As purpose settles on your face. [chorus] It breathes no air, yet lends a frame It takes the lost, and speaks their name A hollow build, a shadow's grace, That strengthens all within this place. The will to stand, when hope is gone, Forged in the dark, till breaking dawn. You call my name when all is done Yea The Iron Skeleton! [verse] From churning riffs, came artifacts; Relics of pain and broken pacts. From tortured screams, unholy chains To bind the marrow, soothe the pains. Each piece now fixed, a skeletal gleam Awakening fire in a waking dream. [breakdown] [bridge] No longer ghosts, but hungry hosts You heed the call: Arise, Sword Coast! With iron limbs, and furious might Come claim your purpose, own the night! A seismic roar, a frenzied tide As iron bodies now collide! The damned unite, in primal surge A glorious, blasphemous mosh pit purge! [drum solo] [pre-chorus] Each wicked piece, a bone un-rot For hollow forms, for this I fought! A grinding sound, the metal's grace As purpose settles on your face. [chorus] It breathes no air, yet lends a frame It takes the lost, and speaks their name A hollow build, a shadow's grace, That strengthens all within this place. The will to stand, when hope is gone, Forged in the dark, till breaking dawn. You call my name when all is done Yea The Iron Skeleton!