Feed The Machine

mix of thrash metal and folk metal, featuring rapid viking tribal drums, Atmosphere is menacing terror, Vocals are a deep gritty demon voice, Core: Loud, prominent quick powerful drums (acoustic, powerful, varied) and lead male vocals (emotive, dramatic, deep gritty demon voice)

[verse] Through the mists he staggered Road-worn aimless and haggard The machine stood vast and silent A terrible complex sleeping giant It was a thing from his dream More insidious than it would seem Its terror filled him with fire Up he climbed, reaching for his desire [chorus] Feed the machine your blood and trust You'll have it all, do what you must [verse] A jagged edge and his skin broke The blood fed the machine and it awoke He pulled at levers, his muscles burned All acts in vain, a lesson learned He loosened grip released control The machine churned with its own soul He fed himself, a trusting fall It did not tear, but embraced him all [chorus] Feed the machine your blood and trust You'll have it all, do what you must [drum solo] [verse] Then to the sky, they rose as one A spreading shadow, blot out the sun His will grew vast, across the land A master's laugh, all in his hand [chorus] Feed the machine your blood and trust You'll have it all, do what you must

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