///*****/// [Intro] A wounded moon hangs over red iron plains beneath a merciless white sun, The hour is thin, the air is edged with rain. We count the names the powerful erased, Then carve them back in thunder on the stone. [Verse 1] Their screens repeat the portrait of the victor, Their loudspeakers pronounce the future sealed. Yet in the workshop, harbor, wood and starship, A thousand quiet hands refuse to yield. We tune the wire until the note is honest, We test the edge and set the bearings true. No myth will save the ones who wait for rescue; The living make the road they travel through. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the low strings start their thunder, See the watchfires answer red. We are more than fear and hunger, We are all the words unsaid. [Chorus] Hold steel against the sun! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. Hold steel against the sun! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the night that calls us liars, We will carry living iron, we will carry living fires. Hold steel against the sun! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us a radiant conqueror who demands worship and tribute. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, I watched the proud salute the thing they saw. Then in the ruin I uncovered a rough blade lifted high enough to eclipse the sun; No jeweled relic, only proof made bright. It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] Hold steel against the sun! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. Hold steel against the sun! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: we choose mortal freedom over divine obedience. No monument can breathe for those it buries, No sacred word can make a falsehood clean. The future is not granted by the mighty; It starts wherever ordinary hearts convene. [Guitar Solo - a jagged expressive guitar solo with Eastern-tinged phrases, scraped harmonics and a victorious twin-lead ending] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of desert clans uniting against a prophet of conquest. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. We learned that hope is neither soft nor silent, It bites the hand that feeds the world despair. It lifts the fallen standard from the gutter, And makes a kingdom out of those who care. [Final Chorus] Hold steel against the sun! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. Hold steel against the sun! We have learned the dark can bleed and empires die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the years that tried to break us, We are neither owned nor ended; every scar will remake us. Hold steel against the sun! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
