Pressure Builds (Han)

[Verse 1]
I walk in silence, pressure hissin’ through the vent,
Iron mask on my face, never beg, never bent.
Han the hammer, cloaked in steam and death,
Five Tails lurkin’ deep—Kò-kū-ō holdin’ breath.
Used to fight with monks, now I crush with a charge,
Spittin’ heat from the core, blowin’ bitches off the marge.
Steam armor boilin’ blood, make my fists combust,
When I swing, mountains split—turn 'em all to dust.
I was taught to restrain, but my anger’s a bomb,
Tickin’ down every second like a warhead calm.
I ain’t rage—I’m control, the storm in delay,
But don’t test that switch or you’ll burn in a day.
[Verse 2]
Villages feared what they couldn’t command,
So they locked me in chains, tried to brand my hand.
But you can’t cage magma, can't leash divine wrath,
I broke through the seal, left bones in my path.
Kò-kū-ō breathin’ in my chest—lava pumpin’ in veins,
Five horns down the spine like a devil’s mane.
They wanted a soldier—I became a goddamn tank,
Steel limbs crush egos, steam burst from the flank.
I ain't no Leaf softie, I was forged in ash,
Built to fuck up armies in a flash of a clash.
Honor's in the fight, not the fuckin’ parade,
So I burn down the banners and let history fade.
[Verse 3]
They never knew the burden—mask hid the pain,
Felt the heat rise steady, meltin’ pride into shame.
No family, no rest, just missions and scars,
Till I vanished in silence beneath broken stars.
Steam hisses when I grieve—lava leaks when I rage,
A man made of magma trapped in a fuckin' cage.
So let ‘em talk legends, whisper Han in the mist,
I was the pressure incarnate with a motherfuckin’ fist.
No funeral, no grave, just molten prints in stone,
Five tails in my soul, but I walked that road alone.
Say my name like thunder, feel the heat in your bones,
Kò-kū-ō still rumbles from his molten throne.

Deep male voice, gritty and solemn, over explosive industrial trap with steam and pressure FX like hissing valves.