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(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.