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Dr Doom - The Iron Will (The Ballad of Victor) | G4L4T1CU5

Lore lyrics in songs with styles that reflect the characteristics of the character in question. Lyrics: In the shadow of the Haasenstadt, where the mountain mist descends, A child of Romani blood was born where the common mercy ends. He watched his mother’s soul get dragged to a pit of sulfur fire, And traded innocence for books, fueled by a dark desire. The son of Werner, running cold through the Latverian snow, Swore a blood-oath to the heavens that the world would come to know. From the dirt of peasant campsites to the halls of Empire State, He carried ghosts within his satchel and a prototype for fate. Kneel before the iron, bow before the crown, The master of the science, the king of every town. Neither god nor mortal man, but the armor and the soul, With the magic and the circuit under absolute control. In the silence of the throne room, let the truth be finally heard: The world is but a broken toy, and Doom shall have the word. He walked the halls of ivory, a mind without a peer, Until he met the stretching shadow of the man he’d hold so dear. Richards, with his smug corrections, Richards, with his perfect light, He didn’t see the calculation that would burn the world that night. "The machine is off a decimal!" the rival tried to warn, But Victor reached into the Hell where his mother’s soul was torn. A flash of gold and silver, a scream against the glass, And a face that once was beautiful was a ruin in the pass. He wandered to the frozen peaks where the ancient monks reside, To forge a skin of titanium to house his wounded pride. "The mask is hot!" the masters cried, as the metal touched the skin, But Victor didn't feel the fire—he was cold enough within. He sealed the rivets, locked the bolts, and threw away the key, Replacing Victor von the man with a metallic deity. He marched back to his homeland with a thunder in his stride, Overthrew the puppet kings with nowhere left to hide. Now the banners of the eagle fly from every castle wall, While the Fantastic failures wait for the Bastille of it all. He blends the sorcery of Merlin with the logic of the chip, Holding all of time and space within a cold and gauntlet grip. He’s the hero of his story, though the "heroes" call him mad, For a world that’s ruled by Doom is the best it’s ever had. Kneel before the iron, bow before the crown, The master of the science, the king of every town. Neither god nor mortal man, but the armor and the soul, With the magic and the circuit under absolute control. In the silence of the throne room, let the truth be finally heard: The world is but a broken toy, and Doom shall have the word. All hope lies in Doom... All hope lies in Doom...