In shadows deep where whispering spirits dwell,
A spire looms, casting a darkened spell,
Relentless hunger brews beneath the stone,
In the heart of the hollow, we find our own.
As dusk descends and the skies bleed red,
Awakening secrets long since been dead,
The venom drips from fangs of the lost,
Bearing the weight of fate’s cruel cost.
Through haunted halls where echoes call,
We rise as phantoms, defying the fall,
Eyes ablaze with fire and spite,
Unleashing the demons that dance in the night.
Chained to a vision, forever enthralled,
We march with vengeance, unbroken, uncalled,
The relentless beat of a war anthem stirs,
In the spine of our enemies, fury whirs.
Stripped of hollow comfort, beneath the weight,
We stand as one, forsaking the fate,
Like the venom forged in the fires of pain,
Instinct of survival, coursing like a vein.
So let the dusk embrace our scars,
As we howl at the chaos beneath the stars,
Our voices rise, a thunderous choir,
Bound by the blood, igniting desire.
We claim our place at the edge of despair,
In the venomous depths, we’ll no longer care,
Exploding like stars through the void of the night,
United forever, we’ve conjured our might.
And as the spire crumbles, relinquishing its hold,
With hearts ablaze, our stories unfold,
Together we’ll burn, leaving ashes behind,
In this relentless dance of the dark and divine.
Our triumph rings out, a dark serenade,
In the shadows of twilight, our legacy laid,
In the venom’s embrace, we’ll find our own light,
Forever united, we conquer the night.
Metal
Spire, relentless, venom, hollow, dusk