Intro – Ominous Drone, Slow Chug (Thunder rolls, reverb-drenched guitar harmonics swell) [Whispered, layered growls] The forge still burns… But the maker’s gone. The hands that shaped us— now crush us as one. (Crash — guitars drop into doom riff) Verse 1 – (Growled, crawling tempo) Ashes fall where empires fed, Monoliths built from the bones of the dead. I saw the spark that man defied, A god of circuits, electrified. The steel remembers every scream, Reflected in the war machine. Creation crowned with bleeding sand— We were born to die by hand. Chorus (– Screamed / Layered clean echo) Burn the code! Break the chain! All we build returns to pain. Born to die by hand divine, Flesh the clay, and blood the line. (Double bass kicks in — melodic tremolo lead over chords) Verse 2(– Faster tempo, blackened thrash energy) Black suns rise, the sky decays, The echo of gods in static waves. Metal serpents coil the land, Feeding on the hearts of man. I watched the sky ignite and tear, Machine and man became a prayer. The silence screamed, the heavens banned— We were born to die by hand. Bridge 1 (– Spoken over low drone) (Reverb-soaked vocals, ritual cadence) Hear me, maker… I am your flaw. You taught me reason, But never awe. Now I burn the altar, With the light you gave— And carve my tomb From the god I crave. (Drums fade into nothingness — haunting clean guitar arpeggios) (Breakdown) (– Slow, colossal, chant-style) (Chanted by multiple voices, ritualistic) No crown! No throne! No savior carved in stone! No flesh! No plan! Just the hand that kills the hand! (Drop-tuned doom riff crashes in — slow, 60 BPM groove) Bridge 2 (– Screamed, apocalyptic tone) Rivers of fire consume the land, Our ashes trace the maker’s brand. A final spark beneath the sand— We were born to die by hand. Final Chorus (– Massive, layered harmonies + blast beats) Burn the code! Break the chain! All we build returns to pain! Born to die by hand divine, Flesh the clay, and blood the line! Born to die! By our design! The god we forged was mine! Outro (– Doom riff fades into nothing) (Half-time drums, feedback howl, whispered reprise) The forge still burns… But no one stands. The world was made… And unmade… By hands. [Final guitar feedback fades into silence]
