Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
In a scrapyard far, where the shadows loom,
Lies a battle-scarred warrior, entombed in rust and gloom.
Once gleaming steel, now a faded hue,
A fighter from the past, with stories old and true.
[Chorus]
Oh, the rusted war machine, a hero once so bold,
Fighting endless battles, in a world so cold.
Gears grind and whine, but the spirit still remains,
Of a soldier made of metal, with oil in his veins.
[Verse 2]
Through fields of fire, in the dead of night,
He faced his iron brethren, in brutal, savage fights.
Blades and bullets, a symphony of pain,
Echoes of the clashes, still ringing in the rain.
[Chorus]
Oh, the rusted war machine, a hero once so bold,
Fighting endless battles, in a world so cold.
Gears grind and whine, but the spirit still remains,
Of a soldier made of metal, with oil in his veins.
[Bridge]
Each scar, a testament to the wars he has seen,
Each dent and crack, a story of what has been.
A legacy of struggle, etched in metal and grime,
A warrior’s heart, weathered by the sands of time.
[Verse 3]
Now silence surrounds him, no battles left to fight,
But memories of the chaos, still haunt him every night.
The rust may claim his body, but never will it take,
The courage of the warrior, that time cannot forsake.
[Chorus]
Oh, the rusted war machine, a hero once so bold,
Fighting endless battles, in a world so cold.
Gears grind and whine, but the spirit still remains,
Of a soldier made of metal, with oil in his veins.
[Outro]
In the scrapyard’s stillness, his legend will endure,
A rusted war machine, forever strong and pure.
His story whispers softly, in the evening breeze,
Of a life lived in battle, and a heart that never ceased.
[Instrumental]
[End]
[End]
