🔥🪚 “HYMN OF THE BLACK HM-2” 🪚🔥

Verse I – Awakening of the Saw

In the dust of frozen basements, where concrete remembers screams,

the black machine lies waiting.

A Boss HM-2, forged in rust and spite,

ready to tear every note into shards of steel. 🌑🪚

Verse II – Level: Rise of the Iron Signal

Turn LEVEL, and the walls begin to shake,

a trembling pulse roaring through the dead air.

It doesn’t make you louder — it makes you heavier,

like an engine forced awake at midnight. ⚡🔥

Verse III – Color Mix L: Mud & Roots

LOW MIX summons the swamp beneath your tone,

thick mud dragging your riffs into deep shadow.

A rolling thunder born of broken amps

and practice rooms soaked in beer and sweat. 🌲🌫️

Verse IV – Color Mix H: Birth of the Chainsaw

HIGH MIX screams like winter cutting bone,

the sacred HM-2 saw rising from the cold. ❄️🪚

A sound of metal plates collapsing,

a ghostly choir trapped in a Stockholm basement, 1991.

Refrain – Distortion: Left Hand Salvation

DIST to maximum.

No mercy. No nuance.

Just a wall of grinding chaos,

a storm of nails and fire breaking through your amp. 🖤🔥

Bridge – Scars of the Machine

Its casing bears the wounds of old rehearsals,

scratches etched by nights of noise and fury.

But every scar remembers a riff,

every dent whispers of shattered air. 💀🌫️

Verse V – For Those Who Walk the Path

For players who want guitars that saw, not sing.

For riffs that stomp through forests like iron beasts,

for drummers who breathe D-beat,

for bands that worship dirt, frost, and diesel fumes. 🌲🪓

Outro – The Price of the Saw

Name your price,

but show respect to the machine.

The HM-2 belongs to no one —

it only chooses the next bearer of the Left Hand Path. 💰🌑