Into the shadows where the embers glow,
Crumbling castles in the realm of woe,
Silhouettes of power, lost in decay,
A kingdom of ashes where the dreamers lay.
Through whispers of silence, the void starts to call,
Echoes of memories, the rise and the fall,
Hands of the bitter pull me away,
Into the depths where the nightmares play.
Burning my soul, I can feel the fire,
Tempted by darkness, drawn into the choir,
Voices of legions that haunt my nights,
Marching in cadence, they claim their rights.
Chasing oblivion, I wear the crown,
Gripped by the shadows, I am coming down,
Chains forged in twilight, they bind me tight,
Fading like embers erased by the night.
Cries of the fallen, they pierce through the veil,
Lost in the echoes, I struggle and pale,
A throne made of thorns, that pierces my skin,
This dominion of sorrow, where chaos begins.
As the flickers falter, I stand on the brink,
The void is a servant, worse than I think,
In the ashes I find the strength to rise,
To reclaim my spirit and sever the ties.
Through fire I’ll wander, reborn from the grey,
No more a puppet in this grand ballet,
Embers of hope set the darkness aflame,
In the heart of oblivion, I’ll conquer my name.
With the tempest raging and shadows adorned,
The legacy carved will not be scorned,
Into the depths where my fury ignites,
I’ll forge a new dawn from the dark, endless nights.
Crowned not by chance, but by battle and strife,
From decay I shall rise, reclaiming my life,
Forever I’ll stand in this newly found light,
As the embers grow brighter, I take to the fight.
Metal
Ember, dominion, decay, oblivion, void