Beneath the darkened sky, a titan stands alone,
Forged from ancient stone, a heart turned to bone.
In the twilight's grasp, the world begins to wane,
A haunting echo rings, a chorus born of pain.
As the heavens shatter with a radiant eclipse,
The ground trembles low, caught in fate's cruel grip.
From the depths of despair, the scourge is unleashed,
In the grip of night, the light will be deceased.
With a fire in the sky, hear the wrath of the void,
A symphony of chaos, as hope is destroyed.
A lament for the fallen, in whispers they cry,
For the journey is marked by the souls that defy.
Casting shadows long, where none dare to tread,
In the silence we hunger for the words left unsaid.
The monolith watches as the fate of man swings,
As the echoes of history drown out all their kings.
Veins of iron run deep, through the land laid to waste,
With a fury unmatched, and a stench of disgrace.
In the mirror of darkness, we reflect our own scars,
A testament to suffering beneath the cold stars.
Yet even in the ruin, where the ashes still burn,
A flicker of defiance, a lesson to learn.
For the monolith stands, and though shadows may fall,
In the heart of the eclipse, we shall rise after all.
With every lament that now dances in flame,
We reclaim our voices, we'll never be the same.
Through the trials and storms, our spirits entwine,
In the wake of this plight, our fate we define.
The cyclical tides will draw us anew,
In the union of shadows, we'll birth something true.
And as the last echoes fade into the night,
We stand, unbroken, with the dawn's first light.
Metal
Monolith, eclipse, scourge, wrath, lament