Nemesis
Ironclad Romance: Unveiling the Thrill of Mortal Dance
Lyrics
A tour de force, a rabid face
A powerful and compelling display, an intense expression
behind the weapon kept in place
Referring to a threatening countenance behind a weapon held in position
by tortured hands in cold embrace
Emphasizing the weapon being held by tormented hands in a cold, unfeeling embrace
A battle unconfused by chance,
Describing a battle that is not random or uncertain
come step into our mortal dance
Inviting someone to join a mortal dance, indicating a dangerous confrontation
and taste this ironclad romance
Describing an intense and unyielding romantic connection represented by ironclad
For every kill the stronger will
Highlighting the idea that with each kill, the person becomes stronger
keeps getting stronger and the thrill
Emphasizing the increasing strength and excitement derived from control
of such control is wild but still
Acknowledging the wild nature of such control while still maintaining composure
A single life, what's that to me?
Minimizing the value of an individual life
A fading light no one can see
Describing a life that is fading away and unnoticed by others
yet such a pleasure death can be
Pointing out the perverse pleasure that can be derived from death
Used to be a single voice
Reflecting on a time when there was only one voice, now lost in a crowd
that vanished in a crowd
Describing the vague and unclear nature of that solitary voice in a crowd
Vague just like a distant sun
Comparing the voice to a distant sun hidden by clouds, suggesting obscurity
when hidden by the clouds
Found a way to surface
Finding a way to emerge and express personal truth amidst challenges
and to speak my truth aloud
Encouraging strength, resilience, and pride in expressing one's truth
Be powerful, stand fast and proud
A tour de force, a rabid face
Repetition of the initial lines, reinforcing the intense and forceful nature
behind the weapon kept in place
Reiteration of the threatening face behind a weapon, emphasizing persistence
by tortured hands in cold embrace
Re-emphasizing the torment and coldness associated with the hands holding the weapon
A single life, what's that to me?
Reiterating the disregard for an individual life
A fading light no one can see
Repeating the description of a fading and unnoticed life
yet such a pleasure death can be
Restating the notion that death can bring a perverse pleasure
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