In the heart of the storm, where shadows churn,
The echoes of sorrow, forever they burn.
Blood stains the iron, the weight of despair,
A fortress unyielding, yet hollow and bare.
Chains of the past, they rattle and sing,
A tale of salvation that fury will bring.
In the chaos we thrive, the tempest, our friend,
With whispers of madness, we forge to the end.
From ashes of rust, hope battles the night,
A flicker of fire, refusing the fright.
Through torrents of anguish, together we rise,
With ironclad spirits, we pierce the dark skies.
The corrosion within, like a serpent will weave,
With venomous grace, it seeks to deceive.
But forged in the storm, our hearts intertwine,
In blood and in battle, our fate will align.
The prisoner of memories, locked down in despair,
Yet strength finds a way, with a fierce, jagged flare.
Through the chaos we’re pounding, with fists made of steel,
The thunder is roaring; our fate is to feel.
Side by side, we'll challenge the night,
In the depths of the chaos, we’ll gather our might.
The chorus of shadows, they scream and they yearn,
Yet we’ve grown resilient, and we shall return.
So let the storm gather, let the skies turn to black,
With ironclad courage, we won’t hold back.
For through all the corrosion, the blood, and despair,
We’ll rise like a phoenix, reclaiming the air.
In the heart of the storm, our legacy’s grand,
We are forged in the chaos, together we stand.
With the dawning of daylight, our spirits will soar,
In the wake of the battle, we’ll conquer once more.
Metal
Corrosion, storm, blood, ironclad, despair