In the shadows, whispers dance,
Beneath the iron skies that enhance,
Flickering flames, they rise and fall,
Echoing your name, haunting our hall.
The plague of silence, it creeps so near,
Desecration's touch, drowning in fear,
Memories linger like ghosts on a chain,
Eternal embers bask in the pain.
Chained by sorrow, forged in despair,
The light that we loved lost in the snare,
Words left unspoken, a funeral rite,
We stand together, yet we're lost in the night.
Screams of the restless, guardians of fate,
Waging war against this morbid state.
Fallen angels with wings torn asunder,
Buried beneath the weight of our thunder.
A flicker of hope, a spark in the gloom,
Together we'll break from this dark, cursed tomb.
Rise from the ashes, reclaim what is ours,
Unleash our vengeance, ignite the lost stars.
For every specter that damages the throne,
We'll pen our legends, we’ll carve our own stone.
Together we'll burn through the chains of the past,
In the blaze of the moment, our shadows will last.
No more shall we shiver in the grip of despair,
United we'll stand, a vision so rare.
Wielding the flame of our righteous embrace,
To find our redemption in this reckoning space.
With each fiery breath, we'll rewrite our fate,
Burning the line that divides love and hate.
Against the desecration, forever we'll fight,
As specters unite in the embrace of the night.
Eternal our struggle, a testament true,
In the chaos of darkness, we’ll break right through.
And when the last breath has finally escaped,
We'll forge our anthem in the flames we created.
Metal
Specter, plague, flame, desecration, eternal