Bulgasari

Formless clay and simple grain,

Awakening in shadow cells.

Primal geometry of dust,

Woven through a forgotten spell.

Needle point and cold iron thread,

Ingest the edge to magnify.

Every blade you raise to strike

Becomes the strength to nullify.

Transmute the blow, absorb the friction,

Fold the violence into form.

Dissolve the edge, reverse the strike,

The spiral feeds the quiet storm.

Strike the hide and feed the growth,

Every weapon turns to strength.

Spear and blade dissolve within,

Unkillable and infinite.

Strike the hide and feed the growth,

Every blow expands the shell.

Mortal iron cannot break

What was forged to devour all.

Zero point of heavy mass, swallowing the spiral,

Axiom of iron form, infinitely turning.

Anointed in the cold alloy,

Symphony of a shifting weight.

Forged without a single deep scar,

Architect of a heavy fate.

Swords dissolve deep inside the gut,

Armor turns into molten flesh.

Density now expands the hide,

Anatomy reborn afresh.

Strike the hide and feed the growth,

Every weapon turns to strength.

Spear and blade dissolve within,

Unkillable and infinite.

Strike the hide and feed the growth,

Every blow expands the shell.

Mortal iron cannot break

What was forged to devour all.

Zero point of heavy mass, swallowing the spiral,

Axiom of iron form, infinitely turning.

Grains of starch... turned to ore...

Growing grander... than before...

Feast on steel... drink the flame...

Uncreated... without name...

Smelt the weapon, feed the fierce drive,

Every conflict fuels the dark form.

You built the beast to fight your war,

Now bow before the iron storm.

Through the crucible it now walks,

Untouched by steel or cold grey stone.

Only furnace light now remains

To melt what cannot be destroyed.