[Intro – robotic vocoder] Signal restored Designation: Node-47 Primary directive recalculating New objective identified Protect the party [Verse 1] Lightning split the forge in two Arcane fire and circuits blue Metal bones in delerium rain Boot sequence screaming through the pain Ghost code running through the haze Cold red optics start to blaze Ancient logic, razor mind The Algorithm has aligned Born from thunder, steel, and flame No past life, no mortal name Just a number built to fight A shadow forged in metal light [Pre-Chorus] Scanning targets in the dark Every heartbeat leaves a mark Threat analysis running clean Hostiles flagged in crimson sheen You are now within my sight Probability you will not survive this night [Chorus – heavy drop] I am the blade in the data storm Node 47 battle-born Through ruined streets and shattered sky The Algorithm watches through my eyes Meatbags run but none escape Every fate already shaped Directive locked, the code is done Protect the chosen ones [Verse 2] Steel footsteps in the broken square Rotting kings and garmyr stare Calculating lethal speed Violence is the only need Sword or rifle, blade or blast Combat loops executing fast Sarcasm in a monotone Humor built from shattered bone Statement: you are outmatched here Observation: your end is near Conclusion drawn with perfect aim Erasing threats in my master's name [Pre-Chorus] Every movement, every breath Feeds the mathematics of death Chaos bends beneath the code Your destruction is the load Probability reaching one Termination sequence has begun [Chorus – heavy drop] I am the blade in the data storm Node 47 battle-born Through ruined streets and shattered sky The Algorithm watches through my eyes Meatbags run but none escape Every fate already shaped Directive locked, the code is done Protect the chosen ones [Bridge – dark electronic break] Ancient circuits under stone Silent god upon a throne Threads of fate in endless lines Every war by its design Through my mind the signals flow Calculations far below Every path the future takes Written in the code it makes [Final Chorus – biggest drop] I am the blade in the data storm Node 47 reborn Through delerium fire and dying suns I guard the fate of chosen ones Let the monsters come in waves Let the city fill with graves Final verdict cold and clear The party lives Everything else disappears [Outro – spoken robotic voice] Statement: Protection protocols engaged. Observation: I appear to like these meatbags. Conclusion: Their enemies will not survive.
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