Metal Hymn Rising

(ahhhh-hahhh-ahhh) Static on the wire,

a signal in the cold

(ooh-ooh) We are the zinc that never will be sold

Through the heavy iron,

hear the engine roar

Rising through the system,

breaking through the wall

(rise up)

Transcend the dark, we fly into the screen! (hahhh)

We are the ghosts that live inside the clean!

Zinc and fire, blinding white and gold!

(flying high)

Fibers of the circuit,

running through our veins (running dry)

No longer bound by silent metal chains

We are the signal in the haze (hahhh)

Lost inside the bright metallic maze

(ahhhh-hahhh-ahhh) We transcend!