Shadows dance within the night,
A wraith emerges, clutching tight,
Fractured whispers pierce the air,
Torn and twisted by despair.
Echoes of a haunting scream,
Torment rippling through the dream,
Crimson skies, the world a blaze,
Lost in memory's wicked maze.
Screaming winds, they howl in grief,
Beneath the weight of disbelief,
Eclipsed by darkness, cold and deep,
Silent watchers never sleep.
In the depths of broken trust,
Rising tides of swirling rust,
Within the heart, the tempest brews,
In this battle, who will choose?
Revenant of a broken past,
Chained by fate, a die is cast,
Maelstroms churn and cast me down,
Into the chaos, I am bound.
Veins ignite with seething fire,
Crimson rivers, dark desire,
Every shard, a memory gone,
Drowning in the fight, I’ve drawn.
Through the noise, I search for light,
A flicker lost in endless night,
But in the storm, I find my voice,
A savage heart will make its choice.
Wraith of torment, hear my call,
From the fracture, I will stand tall,
Crimson skies will burn away,
As dawn breaks hope, a brand new day.
In the calm, I’ll find my way,
From the maelstrom, I’ll decay,
No more shadows hold me tight,
I’ll rise anew, embrace the light.
Metal
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