Born of flesh, but bound by steel,
In iron's grasp, we break, we heal.
With Ferrus lost, we take his creed
The Iron Hands, devoid of need.
We are the strength, the cold machine,
Relentless force, precise and keen.
For flesh is weak, and hearts can lie,
Through steel we fight, and never die.
Our bodies forged, our spirits cold,
In iron's name, we break the mold.
We shun the weak, discard the frail,
In iron's wrath, we shall prevail.
"No mercy here, no weakness found!"
"Steel shall stand where flesh is bound!"
"In Ferrus' name, we cleanse the way!"
"Iron Hands rise, no soul shall sway!"
We are the strength, the cold machine,
Relentless force, precise and keen.
For flesh is weak, and hearts can lie,
Through steel we fight, and never die.
On shattered worlds, in war's fierce light,
We bear no pain, we hold no fright.
Our veins are wires, our hearts are cold,
Iron Hands strike hard and bold.
"No fear of loss, no touch of grief!"
"In iron's heart, we find relief!"
"We are the hand, the iron fist
In lifeless steel, our wrath persists!"