[00:00.000] 作词 : Nereida Oceanus
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Nereida Oceanus
[00:03.191] [Intro]
[00:03.191] (Factory sounds, distant clanging)
[00:20.611] In the heart of the rust, where the fires once roared,
[00:26.595] Steel whispers linger, in the silence restored.
[00:44.391] [Verse 1]
[00:44.391] Machines that once sang, now stand still and cold,
[00:50.265] Their stories etched deep, in the iron they hold.
[00:54.694] The echoes of labor, in the air they reside,
[01:02.393] A symphony of strength, where the workers once cried.
[01:07.856] [Pre-Chorus]
[01:07.856] Feel the pulse of the past, in the rhythm of the night,
[01:14.082] The spirit of the forge, still burning bright.
[01:19.507] [Chorus]
[01:19.507] Steel echoes, in the halls of the lost,
[01:24.627] A testament to time, no matter the cost.
[01:31.462] Steel echoes, in the heart of the flame,
[01:37.898] A legacy of power, that will never wane.
[01:46.627] [Verse 2]
[01:46.627] The city of bridges, where the rivers still flow,
[01:53.138] Beneath the shadows, of the factories below.
[01:58.603] The grit and the grind, in the air they remain,
[02:04.547] A tribute to the hands, that weathered the pain.
[02:10.090] [Pre-Chorus]
[02:10.090] Feel the pulse of the past, in the rhythm of the night,
[02:16.276] The spirit of the forge, still burning bright.
[02:21.742] [Chorus]
[02:21.742] Steel echoes, in the halls of the lost,
[02:28.324] A testament to time, no matter the cost.
[02:33.696] Steel echoes, in the heart of the flame,
[02:40.132] A legacy of power, that will never wane.
[03:10.651] [Chorus]
[03:10.651] Steel echoes, in the halls of the lost,
[03:17.154] A testament to time, no matter the cost.
[03:22.526] Steel echoes, in the heart of the flame,
[03:29.042] A legacy of power, that will never wane.

作词 : Nereida Oceanus
作曲 : Nereida Oceanus

(Factory sounds, distant clanging)
In the heart of the rust, where the fires once roared,
Steel whispers linger, in the silence restored.

Machines that once sang, now stand still and cold,
Their stories etched deep, in the iron they hold.
The echoes of labor, in the air they reside,
A symphony of strength, where the workers once cried.

Feel the pulse of the past, in the rhythm of the night,
The spirit of the forge, still burning bright.

Steel echoes, in the halls of the lost,
A testament to time, no matter the cost.
Steel echoes, in the heart of the flame,
A legacy of power, that will never wane.

The city of bridges, where the rivers still flow,
Beneath the shadows, of the factories below.
The grit and the grind, in the air they remain,
A tribute to the hands, that weathered the pain.

Feel the pulse of the past, in the rhythm of the night,
The spirit of the forge, still burning bright.

Steel echoes, in the halls of the lost,
A testament to time, no matter the cost.
Steel echoes, in the heart of the flame,
A legacy of power, that will never wane.

Steel echoes, in the halls of the lost,
A testament to time, no matter the cost.
Steel echoes, in the heart of the flame,
A legacy of power, that will never wane.