In the shadow of glory, where the fearless dare to tread,
Blades gleam in the moonlight, where the fallen lay their head.
War drums echo through the night, igniting the flames within,
With every scream of battle, the dance of death begins.
Power corrupts the bravest, turns the heart to stone,
With every sacrifice made, we stand together alone.
The clash of iron screams out, as lives are torn apart,
In this symphony of anguish, beats the pulse of a dying heart.
Raise your swords to the heavens, feel the thunder rise,
Beneath the weight of destiny, hear the battle cries.
Echoes of the ancients whisper tales of blood-soaked ground,
In the chaos and the frenzy, our true power is found.
From the ashes of the fallen, legends will arise,
Forged in the fires of sorrow, beneath the blood-red skies.
With each breath of defiance, we bring forth the storm,
In the heat of this conflict, the darkness will transform.
In the fires of desire, let our spirits ignite,
With blades drawn and hearts pounding, we will fight the endless night.
Through the tears of our brothers, with honor forged in steel,
In the names of the forgotten, we awaken what is real.
So let the banners fly high, through the tempest we will charge,
In the name of what we cherish, we will become so large.
Together we are mighty, with vengeance in our eyes,
In the shadow of glory, we will rise and never die.
The war may claim its victims, and death will take its toll,
But the power of our fury will forever feed the soul.
As we stand in the aftermath, with courage as our guide,
In the shadow of glory, our legacy won't hide.
Metal
Glory, Blades, War, Death, Power