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(Verse 1)
He broke through marble, quiet as a knife,
Stole back the dark blueprint of their life,
Six pods waiting in the cold machine,
Built for the end of everything unseen.
A dossier whispered, holy and profane,
Billions erased in a flawless chain,
Jack said, “This isn’t war, it’s genocide,”
And stepped through the wormhole with fury inside.
(Pre-Chorus 1)
The calm before the fall, the sky turned red,
A death-engine humming where angels dread,
But truth hit harder than any gun,
And the rebel heart said, “We’re not done.”
(Chorus)
In the geometry of fire, we stand, we rise,
Nine voices burning beneath shattered skies,
Let the blade fall silent, let the curse retire,
We’ll cleanse the stone in the geometry of fire.
No more worlds erased, no more souls for hire,
We sing salvation in the geometry of fire.
(Verse 2)
Treason tastes sharp, but it feels like air,
A crew of sinners with a holy prayer,
Pailisto’s empire built on fear and lies,
But freedom’s a spark that never dies.
Crystals awakened, the temple roared,
Rainbow lightning through the sacred chord,
Jack fell weak but the vow held tight,
Cowboy caught him in the burning light.
(Pre-Verse 2)
The warships screamed, but the weapons went still,
Healing outran the instinct to kill,
The Element chose harmony’s hand,
And the stars remembered peace again.
(Chorus)
In the geometry of fire, we stand, we rise,
Nine voices burning beneath shattered skies,
Let the blade fall silent, let the curse retire,
We’ll cleanse the stone in the geometry of fire.
No more worlds erased, no more souls for hire,
We sing salvation in the geometry of fire.
(Bridge)
HexForge dies where the altar shines,
Truth cuts deeper than battle lines,
The tyrant thought he held the leash—
But the Libertix turned, now they’re finally free.
Jack spread his arms, no chains, no code,
Just the weight of choice on the open road,
Revolution isn’t the trigger’s choir—
It’s mercy born in the sacred fire.
(Final Chorus)
In the geometry of fire, we stand, we rise,
Nine hearts ringing through the storming skies,
Let the blade fall silent, let the curse retire,
We’ll cleanse the stone in the geometry of fire.
No more gods of war, no more funeral pyres,
We sing forever in the geometry of fire.
(Outro)
Yeah… the blade falls down…
And peace walks in…
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