WARHAMMER BERSERKERCORE (Absolute silence.) A distant forge. The slow pounding of a colossal hammer. One strike… Echoes through a mountain. CLANG. Another. CLANG. The heartbeat begins. Slow. Heavy. Like the footsteps of a giant. ⸻ INTRO A voice… Ancient. Unshaken. “When words fail…” “The hammer speaks.” (The heaviest riff on the album erupts.) ⸻ VERSE I Stone beneath Steel above Every strike Built by love Not for glory Not for fame Only worthy Earn a name Every plate Another wall Every lift Another fall Every failure Fed the flame Now… The hammer… Knows my name. ⸻ PRE-CHORUS Raise it high Let it fall Answer now The ancient call ⸻ CHORUS WARHAMMER!! STRIKE THE STEEL!! SHAKE THE EARTH!! MAKE IT YIELD!! WARHAMMER!! ONE MORE BLOW!! LET THE WHOLE DAMN MOUNTAIN KNOW!! ⸻ VERSE II Bench and squat Deadlift too Every lift Has brought me through Rows like rivers Press the sky Farmer’s carry Never die Iron doesn’t Know defeat Until it feels Relentless feet Marching forward Without fear Knowing… Victory… Lives here. ⸻ PRE-CHORUS Hammer falls Anvils sing Every strike Makes mountains ring ⸻ CHORUS WARHAMMER!! STRIKE THE STEEL!! SHAKE THE EARTH!! MAKE IT YIELD!! ⸻ BRIDGE (Everything cuts away.) Only the sound… Of a blacksmith. Hammer… After hammer… After hammer… Then… One voice. “The hammer…” “Never hated…” “The steel.” “It loved it…” “Enough…” “To make it stronger.” Silence. ⸻ BREAKDOWN (The album’s most devastating moment.) The guitars drop impossibly low. War drums shake like thunder. The choir chants like an invading army. STRIKE!! THE!! STEEL!! STRIKE!! THE!! STEEL!! Every hit sounds like continents colliding. ⸻ VERSE III Every lesson Every scar Made me who I truly are The weapon wasn’t Made today It was forged Along the way Now the mountain Feels my tread The path ahead No longer dread Because the hammer Doesn’t ask If it can… It simply… Strikes. ⸻ FINAL CHORUS WARHAMMER!! BREAK THE STONE!! FORGE THE SOUL!! CLAIM YOUR THRONE!! WARHAMMER!! THE FIRE KNOWS!! EVERY STRIKE!! IS HOW WE GROW!! ⸻ OUTRO The hammer slows. One final strike. CLANG. The echo rolls across the valley. Then… A whisper. “A weapon…” “Is only…” “As noble…” “As the hand…” “That wields it.” Silence.
