In the shadows where the embers roam,
A surge of chaos claims its throne,
Through the duskfall, whispers call,
In the ashes of a world we knew,
Lost in the marrow of dreams untrue.
Raging fire, a relentless tide,
A haunting scream where the lost reside,
Infernal torment, the heavens bleed,
A symphony of pain and greed.
As the night yields to despair,
The blight devours the once bright air,
In a wasteland where hope is torn,
From the ruins, new lifelines are born.
Burning bridges with every step,
In the heart of darkness, a promise kept,
Through the flicker of dying light,
We rise anew, ready to fight.
With the power of the raging storm,
We ignite the heart of a coming dawn,
With every echo, the past will fade,
As the ashes of yesterday’s sins are laid.
In the marrow of fate, our spirits strive,
Through the inferno, we’ll survive,
With the blight behind and the surge ahead,
We cast our chains, we shall not dread.
The fire rages, but we still stand tall,
From duskfall's grip, we’ve heard the call,
In the blaze of truth, let the brave arise,
In the heart of the storm, we’re alive with fire in our eyes.
Together we’ll burn through the endless night,
In the aftermath, we claim our right.
From the depth of despair, we will ascend,
In the echo of ashes, a new world will mend.
The inferno fades, our strength reborn,
Through the dark, we’ll face every scorn,
In the cycle of life, we’ll triumph, we’ll soar,
In the blight of the inferno, we’ll forever roar.
Metal
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