Hellbound Locomotive

Rusted pistons scream a blackened oath
Burning coal the skulls of the betrayed
Bolts of fury, no conductor, no remorse
On a rail of bones through the cursed cascade
The furnace breathes with revolutionary hate
Flames engrave the manifesto of the damned
No red star — just a bleeding iron fate
Dragging sinners through the mechanical land

Hellbound locomotive — rip the fabric of light
Faster than the prayers of the crucified night
Hellbound locomotive — no station, no god
Just the piston-hammer of the demonic squad

Whistle howls a chaotic decree
Break the chains — but the chains are the rails
Speed of terror, what will be will be
Through the catacombs of forgotten tales
The stoker throws a heretic's heart
Into the oven glowing black and red
Every explosion tears the time apart
We are the rolling revolution of the dead

Hellbound locomotive — rip the fabric of light
Faster than the prayers of the crucified night
Hellbound locomotive — no station, no god
Just the piston-hammer of the demonic squad

The brakeman hung himself with his own spine
The engineer sold his eyes for coal
We don’t need to see where we intertwine
The abyss is the only station — our final goal
Revolution? There’s no flag left to wave
Only the rhythm of the endless fall
Ride this burning beast straight to the grave
And through the grave — the blackest hall

Hellbound locomotive — bleeding light
Hellbound locomotive — eat the night
Hellbound locomotive — no damn brakes
Hellbound locomotive — what the devil makes

…The wheels still turn… forever down…
…no ground…
…no sound…