In the shadow of a dying sun,
A world laid bare, the final run,
Echoes of despair, like whispers in the night,
Frosted breaths, swallowed by the fright.
Chilling winds, they carry screams,
Tremors rip apart the seams,
Devastation reigns, a symphony of pain,
Lost in the storm, our fate’s the price we pay.
Metal skies ignite with wrath,
Raging storms, they cleave our path,
Crumbling mountains, cities fall—
The thunder cracks, it shakes us all.
Once we stood, side by side,
But the frostbitten breath has turned our pride,
Castaways in memories dim,
Haunted by echoes, we’re growing grim.
The night is long, our souls ignited,
Amid the chaos, fate undecided,
Through the darkness, we rise once more,
With every scream, we’re ready for war.
In the ruins where silence lay,
We find our voices, reclaim our day,
The tremors shake the earth beneath,
As thunder rolls, we forge our wreath.
For every tear the heavens weep,
A fire ignites, a promise we keep,
Through devastation, we’ll find our light,
And with each scream, we reclaim the fight.
In the final clash of shattered dreams,
The frost will melt, or so it seems,
Bound together by blood and trust,
We stand as one; from ashes, we must.
With thunder’s roar, we break the chains,
In the storm, we’ve found our reign,
No longer lost, through shadows we gleam,
With hearts ablaze, we’ll rise, we’ll scream.
The echoes fade, but we remain,
Together forged in love and pain,
In the frost’s embrace, our power grows,
As the final tremor signals hope’s repose.
Metal
Frost, tremor, thunder, devastation, scream