[Intro — palm-muted, creeping] Razor rain on fractured skin, Cold teeth clenching at the grin. Black tide thumps behind my eyes, I count the losses, name the lies. [Verse 1 — tight, staccato] Iron lungs and iron doubt, Fist-sized fear pounding out. Chain-sparks strike my hollow chest, Night drills nails into my breath. Veins run static, bone like drum, Silence screaming, here it comes. [Pre-Chorus 1 — rising] Falling, folding, battered down, Prayer a whisper under drown. A small flame claws at the seam — A fingertip, a seam of seam. [Chorus — open, gang vocals, hook repeat] His Hand, My Hammer! (x3) Break the dark, break the night. His Hand, My Hammer! (x2) Forge the dawn with iron light. [Verse 2 — more drive, wider melody] Blood-bright memories like flint, Strike, and sparks begin to mint. The black lung coughs, the shadows crack, Steel-laced hope threads my back. Where once I sank into the pit, Now I brace, now I commit. [Pre-Chorus 2 — defiant, gained ground] Standing taller from the fall, Prayer now roars — not small at all. Calloused palms meet Heaven’s palm, Tension turns to battle calm. [Chorus — gang vocals stronger] His Hand, My Hammer! (x3) Break the dark, break the night. His Hand, My Hammer! (x2) Forge the dawn with iron light. [Bridge — breakdown, surprising image, reversal] They told me night would swallow whole, But I took the night apart — rib by rib, coal by coal. I threaded gospel through the wound, Tied the dark to daylight’s boom. I gut the silence with a psalm, Hammer-syllables, a holy palm. [Breakdown — heavy, slow, palm-muted then build] (Whispered) No more hush, no more cage. (Brood) I sharpen faith into a blade. (Shout) Raise the hammer! Strike the shame! [Solo — lead guitar motif echoes main hook] [Chorus — full choir, layered harmonies] His Hand, My Hammer! (x4) Break the dark, break the night. His Hand, My Hammer! (x3) Forge the dawn with iron light. [Outro — triumphant, steady] No more anchors made of fear, No more shadows clinging near. Faith is muscle, faith is flame, I wear wound-songs like a name. His hand lifts, my hammer lands — I carve a road with scarred hands. [Production Notes] - Verse s: tight palm-muted rhythm, syncopated double-bass. - Chorus : open, soaring with gang vocals/choir; lead guitar motif echoes "His Hand, My Hammer". - Bridge : heavy breakdown into a rising final chorus; use layered harmonies and a choir swell for the last hook.