In the echoes of the night, where darkness reigns,
Screams of the fallen shake the ground like chain,
A battle rages hard, fury ignites,
Power consuming all, in the dust of our fights.
Fear grips the heart, like a vice, it constrains,
Shattered dreams lie scattered in the wreckage of pain,
As the carnage creeps forth, a tide so obscene,
Lost in the chaos, we drown in the screams.
Warlords of despair, rise from the ashes,
Commanding legions where the hope ever clashes,
Relentless, we charge, through the smoke and the fire,
Fueled by the whispers of our unquenchable desire.
With blades of despair cutting deep through the night,
Our spirits ignited, we embrace the fright,
Through the tumult we stride, unyielding, unbound,
In the heart of the battle, our true selves are found.
When the chaos subsides, and the silence doth swell,
We'll dance with our shadows, where warriors fell,
Screams turning to whispers, like ghosts on the breeze,
United in power, we rise from our knees.
So let the world tremble, and shake from its core,
For we are the legion, forever we roar,
In the shadows of carnage, where nothing's the same,
We stand as the echoes eternally claim.
Metal
Screams, Battle, Power, Carnage, Fear