The Triumph of Metal

The voice of ancient stones echoes In the burning flame of the present, Thousands of stars are dancing in the crucible, They are born and die in a second I left my skin of sorrow To the sea of salt, Truth strikes below And reigns from above Now feel the fight The heart thrives The one true self From the sky descends Pierce yourself With the light, You are the grail, The triumph of metal Obey your ideal of Great Love Choose the struggle over stagnant rest Be the soldier, the soldier of your desires Be the lover despising his own dead Take the staff of wisdom, Wear the heavy crown, The loneliness is profound But you'll light up many a dawn Now feel the fight The heart thrives The one true self From the sky descends Pierce yourself With the light, You are the grail, The triumph of metal To the chalice of countless horrors, You will not close your senses, Man is a bridge to be crossed over, Become the one giving roses

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jul 21, 2026