In shadows deep where echoes dwell,
A shattered dream ignites a spell,
From fretted winds that howl and moan,
A harbinger of fate alone.
Through the frost, the whispers creep,
From pitiless void, where silence weeps,
The abyss calls with a raven’s cry,
Awakening hearts that quest to die.
Chasing phantoms in the night,
Wraiths emerge, shrouded in fright,
They dance around the flames of dread,
Feasting on the words unsaid.
The pyre burns with ghostly fire,
Each spark a truth, each breath a liar,
As shadows writhe in twisted grace,
Life’s final act—a grim embrace.
In starlit realms where madness thrives,
We shatter dreams, yet still survive,
A testament to battles fought,
With every scar, a lesson taught.
The harbinger of light’s decay,
Shall lead us forth to realms of gray,
With frost on tongues and sorrow's balm,
We’ll find our peace, our fragile calm.
So let us plunge into the night,
Through corridors devoid of light,
For even in the darkest fray,
We'll forge our path to break away.
Embrace the cold, embrace the pain,
For from the ashes, we rise again,
With heartbeats echoing through the fold,
In the pyre of the lost, we become bold.
In the end, through every plight,
We conquer shadows, reclaim the light.
With fire in our hearts, no longer alone,
We find our strength, we build our home.
Metal
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