The Gravity of Sin

[Verse 1] The silver sword is broken, buried in a shallow grave, Along with every lying vow and soul I tried to save. Now I wear the blackest iron, stained with rust and ancient gore, A shadow of the holy man who walked these lands before. They stripped me of my titles, but they couldn't strip the hate, So I stand alone in silence by the iron-bolted gate. No prayers left in my withered throat, no light within my eyes, Just a two-hand hammer waiting for the morning to arise. [Verse 2] The green-tide hits the vanguard like a mountain made of meat, I plant my boots in filth and mud, I will not own defeat. No flourishes, no fencer’s grace, no art within the swing, Just the heavy thud of cold-forged steel and how the ribcages ring. Minimum effort, maximum death—I let the weight do the toil, Crushing skulls like winter frost and treading on the soil. A gauntlet to the throat, a metal hook to tear the jaw, I’m the judge, the executioner, and the only broken law. [Pre-Chorus] The air is thick with iron... The breath is getting heavy... Hold the line. [Chorus] Swing the hammer, break the world! Let the banners all be furled! I am the heretic, the ghost in the rain, Trading my mercy for a liturgy of pain! From the pulpit to the mud, Baptized in the orcish blood! The hammer falls, the heavens cry, Too stubborn to live, too angry to die! [Verse 3] My lungs are burning cinders and my vision’s turning grey, I’ve held a hundred back alone throughout this bitter day. The wood begins to splinter and the iron hinges groan, The gate is coming down at last—I’m standing here alone. But as the timber shatters and the monsters scream in pride, A sudden roar of thunder rips the darkness from inside! A violet flash, a sulfur stench, a wall of arcane fire, The "Gutter-mage" is waking up to light the funeral pyre! [Bridge] The first explosion shakes my soul... The second makes the city whole... I feel the static in my hair... There’s magic screaming in the air. The weight of the hammer feels light as a feather, We’re going to hell... but we’re going together! [Final Chorus] Swing the hammer, break the world! Let the banners all be furled! I am the heretic, the ghost in the rain, Trading my mercy for a liturgy of pain! From the pulpit to the mud, Baptized in the orcish blood! The hammer falls, the heavens cry, Too stubborn to live, too angry to die! [Outro] The explosions are deafening. The hammer is wet. Keep swinging... We aren't finished yet. One more breath. One more strike.