The Rust March

[Verse 1] The gears grind on, the wheels still turn, Ash and steel, but none return. The kings are dust, their thrones collapse, Yet still the war drums call us back. [Bridge] Engines scream in iron graves, Marching forth though none are saved. A clockwork god with rusted hands, Leads the ghosts of broken lands. [Chorus] March! March! Through the fire and dust! Step! Step! Till the metal’s turned to rust! No king, no crown, no master’s call, Yet still we march—though none recall. [Bridge] Once we built the world anew, A city bright, a fate untrue. Now the streets are burned and black, But the march... it never turns back. [Verse 2] We saw the stars, we reached too far, A golden age—reduced to char. The hands of fate, they never yield, And war’s last song is all we feel. [Chorus] March! March! Through the fire and dust! Step! Step! Till the metal’s turned to rust! No king, no crown, no master’s call, Yet still we march—though none recall. [Outro] The gears grind on, the wheels still turn, Yet no one waits… and none return.