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Vapula, Duke of the Infernal Forge

   / @redguardeulogy   [Intro – metallic drones, hammer strikes, distant choir] Zodacare od zodameranu… Oro Ibah Aozpi… The forge is lit. The mind is tempered. [Verse I – slow, crushing, industrial-ritual] In the circle drawn with iron and flame, I call the Duke who teaches the frame, Vapula, lord of craft and design, You shape the blade and sharpen the mind. Through art and war, through tool and bone, You make all skill your sovereign throne, Where mortal hands would falter and fail, Your knowledge hardens into steel. [Pre-Chorus – rising, mechanical tension] The anvil sings, the sparks obey, Your law is forged in fire and clay, Through thought and craft your will is sworn, From molten mind your reign is born. [Chorus – massive, anthemic, mechanical] Vapula! Vapula!Duke of craft and burning art! Vapula! Vapula!Forge the weapon of the heart! [Verse II – faster, precise, relentless] You teach the science of blade and flame, Of siege and trap, of frame and aim, From clockwork mind to siege-born wall, You show how empires rise and fall. No craft is pure, no tool is blind, When guided by your infernal mind, Through metal thought and perfect form, You turn creation into storm. [Bridge – ritual chant, slow and hypnotic] Vapula… Vapula…Lord of forge and sharpened will… Vapula… Vapula…Shape our minds to iron still… [Enn Section – crushing, mantra-like repetition] Renich secore Vapula typan… Renich secore Vapula typan… Renich secore Vapula typan… [Chorus – layered growls + infernal choir] Vapula! Vapula!Master of the molten mind! Vapula! Vapula!Leave all mortal craft behind! [Verse III – doom tempo, ceremonial] The altar glows with engine breath, Each spark a vow, each vow a death,I offer hand, I offer sight, To the Duke who turns all thought to might. Through broken steel and burning scheme, Through sharpened will and fractured dream, Where art and war at last align, Your sigil seals the grand design. [Pre-Chorus II – slow, absolute] No tool is free, no craft is pure, When touched by knowledge that must endure, Through forge and flame your truth is shown, All works are dust before your throne. [Final Chorus – extended, apocalyptic forge-ritual] Vapula! Vapula!Architect of blade and flame! Vapula! Vapula!All invention bears your name! Vapula! Vapula!Forge the mind and break the form! Vapula! Vapula!From your fire all wars are born! [Outro – fading anvils, echoing chant] Renich secore Vapula typan… Renich secore Vapula typan… Zodacare od zodameranu…Vapula… Vapula…