Conquest Metal Wings

Feel that strange
Weakness of your hands. It’s
Part of your
Human mold.
Free your rage,
Search for any chance to
Change the core
Of your soul.
Throw wicked flesh
To the pack of hounds.
Meet burning hell
And call it home.
Now your dreams
Spin like gear-wheels and
Fuel flows
Through your heart.
Wear the skin
Crafted from the steel and
Find your soul