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IRONHEART | Steel Dance Soundtrack

Lyrics [Verse I] There’s a hum beneath his ribs, a whisper of steel, the breath that used to burn now grinds and feels. Once lungs, now furnace, slow and deep, each sigh a storm he cannot keep. His hands are gone — replaced with flame, the price of strength, the cost of name. He builds with what he’s lost to rust, he bleeds in oil, he dreams in dust. He jokes, like always — it’s what he does, but laughter rings through iron lungs. And though his heart still beats inside, it echoes hollow, amplified. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] He says, “Don’t look at me like that, I’m just a man who lost the map.” But every part he trades away, takes something soft he meant to stay. ⸻ [Chorus] Ironheart, still breathing smoke, half a man and half a ghost. Built to fight, but born to feel, he’s finding souls in blades of steel. The more he breaks, the more he knows — it’s pain that makes the metal glow. Ironheart, still breathing flame, forgets his flesh, remembers names. ⸻ [Verse II] He walks where the forge and grave entwine, his shadow cast in fractured line. Each step a song of what decays, and what remains when light betrays. They said he’d lose the human spark, that warmth can’t live inside the dark. But in the golems, carved and bound, he hears the pulse — the sacred sound. Each shell he builds hums soft, alive, a thousand dreams begin to drive. Through molten glass and sacred code, he feels what flesh once never showed. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] He gives them hearts he’ll never keep, he wakes them gently from their sleep. And every time they learn to feel, he swears his soul turns more to real. ⸻ [Chorus] Ironheart, still breathing smoke, half a man and half a ghost. Made of grief, of grit, of flame, he finds himself in what remains. The more he breaks, the more he knows — it’s pain that makes the metal glow. Ironheart, still breathing flame, forgets his flesh, remembers names. ⸻ [Bridge – soft, introspective] He dreams of hands that used to hold, of laughter warm, of stories told. Now gears and wires hum in tune, with something fierce and something true. He touches stone — and feels it weep, the echo of a soul asleep. And as he mends what gods discard, he finds his pulse inside the shard. #hörbuch #booktok #folk #deutsch #dark #epic #chippingin