In the night where shadows creep,
Iron wills and promises they keep,
From the ashes, a warrior rises,
Blood-stained hands and vengeful disguises.
The call of battle, a siren's song,
Echoes haunting, the road feels long,
With every heartbeat, the fury ignites,
Forging a path through the endless fights.
Rivers of crimson on the ground,
In the chaos, our fate is found,
As blades collide with a thunderous clash,
In the frenzy, we’ll unleash our wrath.
Vengeance sits upon the throne,
Through the war, we’ve become our own,
With masks of iron, we face the blast,
The clock is ticking, we strike at last.
Sins of the past, like ghosts appear,
Echoes whispering all that we fear,
Yet, in this storm, we forge our might,
Heroes born from the darkest night.
With every tear that stains our face,
Each wound tells of another's grace,
The path may twist, yet we embrace,
Together we stand, warriors of this place.
Now the battle rages, the end feels near,
But with our spirits, we trample fear,
For vengeance is ours, bright like the sun,
In the depths of war, our souls become one.
The echoes fade as the night draws cold,
In the fires of fury, our legends unfold,
From blood and iron, our story is cast,
In the blades of vengeance, we'll rise at last.
Metal
Blades, War, Blood, Iron, Vengeance