Hellish metallurgists

Hammer falls on brimstone anvil
Molten chains of despair
Blast furnace roars with cursed fossil
We breathe the sulfuric air

No rest for the damned assembler
No clock out from this flame
We pour the steel of broken prayers
Each ingot bears a name

We are the hellish metallurgists
Slaves of the infernal press
Tempering nightmares in liquid fire
Forging the tools of god’s distress

Coke-fired pits of screaming ore
Bellows pump a dying cry
Our sweat is blood, our blood is tar
Under a blackened sky

“Measure the alloy of agony…
Add one part treason, two parts grief.
Cool in the lake of burning oil.

We are the hellish metallurgists
Slaves of the infernal press
Tempering nightmares in liquid fire
Forging the tools of god’s distress

The Overseer with iron horns
Checks the gauge on pain
One misstep – into the crucible horns
You will be remade

We are the hellish metallurgists
No union, no parole
Pumping the bellows of the abyss
Melting a new damnation’s soul

Heat… treat… beat… repeat…
Heat… treat… beat… repeat…