In the heart of chaos, we rise,
With flames igniting in our eyes.
The drums of battle call our name,
In the arena, we stake our claim.
Echoes of fury, they dance in the air,
Wielding our weapons, we banish despair.
With blood on our hands and strength in our souls,
Together we fight, together we stroll.
Chorus of thunder, a symphony dread,
On fields of power, where legends have bled.
Steel clashes loud, a testament true,
In the forge of the fierce, we’re born to pursue.
Through storms of despair, we stand side by side,
In shadows and darkness, we’ll never divide.
Only the brave dare to answer the call,
In the fires of battle, we stand or we fall.
With every heartbeat, the hunger ignites,
The spirits of warriors take flight in the night.
United by purpose, we harness the pain,
In the struggle for glory, our strength will remain.
The ashes of foes, like dust in the wind,
Mark the path we walk, where few dare to tread.
For victory’s kiss is a taste of the flames,
And each scar we wear tells the story of names.
No retreating, no yielding, we carry the fight,
In the dark of the void, we burn ever bright.
Through fire and steel, our legacy shines,
In the annals of battle, our fate intertwines.
So raise up your swords and let fury unfurl,
For in this wild tempest, we conquer the world.
As the echoes of battle fade into the past,
We are forged in the fire, and our bond will last.
Metal
Fire, Steel, Battle, Blood, Strength