A:08 - 07. The Iron Veil (Industrial Collapse) By Echo Grey V.03

Verse 1: Gears grind down, the smoke curls high, The furnace gone cold, the whistle’s last cry. The factory gates locked, my hands blistered still, Yet hunger calls louder than the iron will. Chorus: The iron veil draws tight across the land, Dreams rust away with the soot in my hand. Cities like graveyards, the echoes grown frail, We breathe the remains of the iron veil. Verse 2: Rusted machines lie like beasts turned to stone, A man’s worth once weighed by what he could own. Now we stand on the brink, empty and grey, The promise of progress—a ghost in decay. Bridge: Steam turns to whispers, engines to dust, The skyline bleeds steel, ambition’s gone bust. Yet in the silence, we fight through the pale, Seeking life beyond the iron veil. Chorus: The iron veil draws tight across the land, Dreams rust away with the soot in my hand. Cities like graveyards, the echoes grown frail, We breathe the remains of the iron veil. Outro: Ashes and iron, our legacy’s weight, Yet through the cracks, hope radiates.