In shadows deep where echoes fade,
A kingdom lost, a masquerade.
Whispers haunt the hollowed halls,
The frostbite grips as sorrow calls.
A crown adorned with tarnished dreams,
The weight of past in silence screams.
A specter rides the bitter storm,
A scourge unleashed, a twisted form.
Steel and fire, the battle's cry,
In this lament, the fallen lie.
With every vow, the darkness grows,
In shattered trust, the heartache flows.
The skies are torn, the heavens bleed,
In scarlet rivers, the lost concede.
An empire built on shattered pride,
In oblivion, the truth must hide.
We fight in chains, our spirits stained,
As echoes of the ancients wane.
Within the screams, a savage grace,
In frozen time, we find our place.
Yet from the ashes, shadows rise,
With fury sparked in blazing eyes.
A cry for hope amidst the night,
To pierce the veil, reclaim the light.
So lift the sword, embrace the flame,
Defy the fate in every name.
Through scourge and frostbite, we shall stand,
To reclaim lost ground, united hand in hand.
For in this realm where legends dwell,
Our hearts will forge a stronger shell.
In every wound, we find the sound,
Of life renewed, we’re crowned, unbound.
With every breath, in strength, we fight,
In the echo of the endless night.
For thus is forged our sacred vow,
In the realm of oblivion, we take the crown now.
Metal
Oblivion, crown, scourge, frostbite, lament