[Soft metallic echoes — the sound of a hammer striking iron fades into silence.] [Verse 1] In the quiet of the village square, Where the lanterns hum and children stare, He stands unmoved through wind and rain, The last to guard, the first to remain. [Pre-Chorus] No voice to call, no soul to claim, Yet gentle hands still know their name. [Chorus] Heart of iron, bound by vow, Once made by hands long gone now. Rust and sorrow, forge and flame, He guards the world that forgot his name. [Soft choral hum — “Ahh…” like a whisper through metal.] [Verse 2] He offers flowers, forged in peace, A fragile gift that will not cease. His shadow stretches past the years, Through falling rain and quiet tears. [Pre-Chorus] The forge remembers, though none remain, To praise the soul that feels no pain. [Chorus] Heart of iron, bound by vow, Once made by hands long gone now. Rust and sorrow, forge and flame, He guards the world that forgot his name. [Instrumental bridge — low strings, echoing hammerbeats, distant choir rising like dawn.] [Bridge] He does not sleep, he does not dream, Yet still recalls what mercy means. A guardian shaped from hope and grief, Eternal watch, without relief. [Final Chorus] Heart of iron, brave and still, Protects the meek through ancient will. When all is dust, when time decays, The Golem stands — and the world is safe. [Music fades with faint hammer echoes — the sound of creation repeating forever.]
