Verse 1 Standing at the crossroads, watching shadows grow, Weighing out the silver from the furnace down below. The fire burns... a reprobate mind, Leaving all the counterfeit patterns behind. Chorus It’s the test of the metal, the truth of the core, Standing unmoved by the noise at the door. When the smoke rolls away and the heavy fires abate, We rise through the ruins of a reprobate gate. Verse 2 The vessel holds the water, but the mind must hold the light, Clearing out the static that would cloud the inner sight. Tested in the iron, cast into the deep, Only what is proven is the promise that we keep. Chorus It’s the test of the metal, the truth of the core, Standing unmoved by the noise at the door. When the smoke rolls away and the heavy fires abate, We rise through the ruins of a reprobate gate. Bridge Stripping down the dross till the quiet core is clear, Holding to the line through the darkness and the fear. Counterfeit brass will crumble in the hand, Only solid silver is allowed to stand. Chorus It’s the test of the metal, the truth of the core, Standing unmoved by the noise at the door. When the smoke rolls away and the heavy fires abate, We rise through the ruins of a reprobate gate. Outro Weighing out the silver... Checking on the weight... Walking past the ruins of a reprobate state. (Fade out on steady bass line)
