The Metal Claw

[Verse 1]
IRON WITHIN! IRON WITHOUT!
Cold hammers swing where the Nachmund screams;
Nickel moons crack like skulls in a dream.
Sigma-cast plates drink in necron green;
We are the claw on the dying machine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the boilers, fossil-throated,
pour the magma of our oath.
Scar the stars, let warp-fires bloat it—
metal ever taketh both.

[Chorus]
IRON WITHIN! IRON WITHOUT!
IRON WITHIN! IRON WITHOUT!
We are the iron, we are the law,
Stamp the cosmos flat with the Metal Claw.
No hand but riveted, no heart that feels—
Only breach, burn, and silent, staring steel.

[Verse 2]
Supernal rails on the Martyr-Gate rung;
Galvanic tides where the Saint-Worlds clung.
Sheet-steel tombs stitched tight with chain,
Grinding down hope into rusted rain.

[Pre-Chorus]
And every rivet sings our lineage:
Medrengard steel in pulsed barrage.
Bastion ribs bend into birdcage;
We cage the light, then call it carnage.

[Chorus]
IRON WITHIN! IRON WITHOUT!
IRON WITHIN! IRON WITHOUT!
We are the iron, we are the law,
Stamp the cosmos flat with the Metal Claw.
No hand but riveted, no heart that feels—
Only breach, burn, and silent, staring steel.

[Bridge]
In the eye we welded shut between here and gone,
Lost brothers howl—firmware-perfect, never withdrawn—
Their ghost-code drips from bolter mouths,
Numbers on numbers in neural droughts.

[Verse 3]
Nachmund widens, its edges gore-stitched,
The Imperium holds—rusted sword in a clenched fist.
We advance, not wrath, but piston-steady intent:
Each fortress measured in megatons of cement.

[Outro Choir]
We do not rage. We calibrate.
We do not run. We detonate.
We are not slain. We fabricate.
Forever the claw on the warped estate.




[Last Whisper over dying distortion]
When the last sun gutters in the rift’s red jaw,
Still, hear the tread… the eternal Metal Claw.