Child of Iron and Bone

[Intro: Cinematic Atmospheric Ambient & Soft Piano]
(Rain falling, wind howling, low somber Cello solo)

[Verse 1: Melodic Symphonic Metal]
In the wreckage of the Arbor, where the shadows bleed
A broken man carries a sorrowful seed
Molly fell when the forest turned to glass
Her laughter buried under shattered ash
From clockwork gears and a spark of sparkless steel
I forged a shell for the warmth she used to feel
You open your eyes, copper, bronze, and stone
Little sister, you are never alone

[Chorus: Epic Power Metal & Soaring Choir]
Run through the dark, my child of iron and bone!
Together we hunt where the lost beasts roam!
For Molly’s memory, for the life they stole!
A forged brass heart with a phantom soul!
Crying in the moonlight, silver on the blade!
We hunt the Creation in the shadows we made!

[Verse 2: Heavy Churning Riffs & Orchestral Brass]
The Arbor made us monsters, but we own the night
A hunter of the beasts born of twisted light
You track the scent through the pine and cold
A small construct carrying a tale untold
Your little gears click, a tiny mechanical stride
With a giant claymore swinging at my side
No fear in your eyes, just an ancient flame
A brass-wrought vessel carrying her name

[Chorus: Epic Power Metal & Soaring Choir]
Run through the dark, my child of iron and bone!
Together we hunt where the lost beasts roam!
For Molly’s memory, for the life they stole!
A forged brass heart with a phantom soul!
Crying in the moonlight, silver on the blade!
We hunt the Creation in the shadows we made!

[Guitar Solo: Virtuosic & Melancholic Neoclassical Solo]

[Bridge: Dramatic Slow Heavy Break]
(Low whisper over ticking clockwork mechanisms)
Tick, tack... steel and thread...
She's not gone... she's just re-read...
(Huge orchestral drop with thunderous drums and choir)
FELL THE BEASTS! PURGE THE FOREST DEEP!
WE HAVE A PROMISE THAT WE HAVE TO KEEP!

[Chorus: Epic Power Metal & Soaring Choir]
Run through the dark, my child of iron and bone!
Together we hunt where the lost beasts roam!
For Molly’s memory, for the life they stole!
A forged brass heart with a phantom soul!
Crying in the moonlight, silver on the blade!
We hunt the Creation in the shadows we made!

[Outro: Soft Piano & Ticking Gears Fading Out]
Little Molly of metal, rest your steel head...
The night is quiet now... the monsters are dead.
(Soft clockwork winding down to silence)