You step through the heavy steel door.
Cold oil stains the marble floor.
Red lamps blink a steady beat.
Glass shards crunch beneath your feet.
Turn the wheel and lock the gear.
Keep the warning signal clear.
The iron tide is rising fast.
Hold the light until the last.
You find a map on yellow skin.
The heavy metal locks spin in.
Black wires crawl along the wall.
You hear a distant sirens call.
Turn the wheel and lock the gear.
Keep the warning signal clear.
The iron tide is rising fast.
Hold the light until the last.
A silver key inside a box.
The rusted lever finally shocks.
You see the city glow in white.
A frozen grid of electric light.
Turn the wheel and lock the gear.
Keep the warning signal clear.
The iron tide is rising fast.
Hold the light until the last.
The salt air bites your skin so cold.
The ancient stories now unfold.
One wrong step and the floor will break.
One last breath for the city's sake.
You climb the stairs to reach the peak.
The iron railings start to creak.
The lens is spinning round and round.
The heavy gears make a grinding sound.
Turn the wheel and lock the gear.
Keep the warning signal clear.
The iron tide is rising fast.
Hold the light until the last.
The beam is bright.
The city sleeps in white.
