In the shadows where the darkness reigns,
Steel meets flesh, no one escapes the pain.
Echoes of the fallen, a symphony of woe,
Underneath the surface, the seeds of power grow.
A whirlwind of chaos, a tempest unbound,
As the earth shakes beneath the battleground.
With every scream, a story unfolds,
Of warriors rising, defying the cold.
Blades of destruction, cutting the skies,
Through the ashes of hope, our destiny lies.
In the heart of the storm, unbridled and free,
We carve our names in the annals of history.
The glory of death, a pact with the night,
In our final embrace, we ignite the fight.
A chorus of madness, the end is our claim,
In the flames of existence, we play our game.
With every heartbeat, we dance on the edge,
Where power's a whisper, we’ll never allege.
The fury inside us, a tempest of might,
We rise from the ruins, a phoenix in flight.
Through the desolation, we honor the slain,
With blood on our blades, we carry the pain.
In the echoes of glory, our spirits ascend,
For in death there's a power that never will end.
Blades of destruction, our legacy sown,
In the depth of the darkness, we'll never be alone.
Together we forge, in the fires we trust,
Our names etched in stone, in the shadows we must.
As the last of the embers fade into the night,
We stand as one, forever igniting the light.
The battle may end, but our story's not through,
In the heart of the chaos, we are ever true.
Metal
Blades, Destruction, Glory, Death, Power