Second Reprocessing

In steel&cold forge, we rise anew, A symphony of sparks, a fiery crew. The hum in our ears, a toxic refrain, Yet still we endure, undaunted by pain. Transformation looms, an endless night, Paths closed, yet hope burns ever bright. We are the dust, the fire within, Steel unyielding, fear has no dominion. Reprocessing! Neither life nor death do we claim, Within steel, within cold, we never fade or wane. Time does not freeze, forward we move, With fire, with iron, onward we prove! Reprocessing — the key to oblivion&door, We dissolve into the abyss, our spirit to restore. The hum in our ears, blood on our hands — is it enough? Reprocessing… in steel, we burn, strong and tough. Broken, sparks in the air, we burn bright, Yet we live, we rise, we never lose sight. The body is a vessel, we are the fire within, Reprocessing — this path, our journey begins.