Eruption v2

(Verse 1) Volco, the name whispered on ash and on smoke, A slave forged in fire, a spirit awoke. The hammer, a burden, a rage in its core, Bound to his fury, forevermore. (Chorus1) Chains shattered and broken, by flames unleashed, But freedom's a prison, when vengeance increased. The volcanic fury, a hunger that burns, Lost in the inferno, where reason never returns. (Verse 2) Ember of madness, a flicker alight, Consuming his purpose, in endless black night. He swings the great hammer, a dance of despair, The battlefield trembles, beneath his fierce glare. (Chorus2) Chains shattered and broken, by flames unleashed, But freedom's a prison, when vengeance increased. The volcanic fury, a hunger that burns, Lost in the inferno, where reason never returns. (Bridge) A flicker of memory, a life before pain, A yearning for solace, a cleansing rain. But the hammer whispers, with promises dark, Of power unending, a vengeance's mark. (Chorus3) Chains shattered and broken, by flames unleashed, But freedom's a prison, when vengeance increased. The volcanic fury, a hunger that burns, Lost in the inferno, where reason never returns. (Chorus3) Chains shattered and broken, by flames unleashed, But freedom's a prison, when vengeance increased. The volcanic fury, a hunger that burns, Lost in the inferno, where reason never returns. (Outro) Volco, the burning, a creature of might, Consumed by the darkness, lost in the fight. A symphony of rage, a volcanic tomb, A tragic reminder, of freedom's dark bloom.