In the shadows of a temperate night,
Forged in the fury, a relentless fight,
Beneath the surface where the blackened dwell,
Awakens the whispers of a vengeful spell.
Rising like a tempest, a storm at my core,
Haunted by echoes that shatter the floor,
This bloodline runs deeper than the roots of the earth,
Bound by the anguish, a rebirth of worth.
Chained to the past, where the battles were won,
Fury igniting like the unforgiving sun,
Steel against steel, in the chaos we thrive,
Dancing with demons, feeling so alive.
Veins filled with vengeance, it courses with wrath,
Guided by shadows that follow my path,
No mercy for heartaches, no tears to be shed,
The vortex it swallows, the living and dead.
So summon the thunder, let lightning ignite,
Each heartbeat a war drum, through day and through night,
In alleys of silence where the courage is found,
A roar of rebellion is the only sound.
Chains cast aside, as I rise from the dust,
With every reminder, in vengeance I trust,
My legacy whispering, fierce as the flame,
No longer a pawn in this twisted game.
Now I stand taller, the crown at my brow,
The bloodline awakens; I embrace my vow,
From the ashes of silence, I’ve taken my throne,
In the vortex of fury, I stand here alone.
Embracing the darkness, I’ll conquer the light,
The pain of the past fuels the will to ignite,
So let them remember the name that I bear,
In the vortex of vengeance, I rise from despair.
With a heart forged in fury, and a soul made of fire,
I’ll unleash the tempest, let the world feel my desire,
In this blackened embrace, where shadows entwine,
I’ll claim my dominion, forever aligned.
Metal
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