In the shadows, where the darkness swells,
Echoes stir in the mist where silence dwells,
Blackened skies stretch across the dying land,
A plague of sorrow clings to every hand.
From the ashes, hear the anguished cries,
Wraiths of anguish dance beneath the lies,
In the infernal grasp of a vengeful tide,
We surge like flames that can’t be denied.
Through the night, we shatter the chains,
Lost in the whisper of forgotten names,
Hollow souls rise with fire in their veins,
For the truth is born in the heart of pain.
In the wreckage, we reclaim the fight,
Awakening stars swallowed by night,
A blackened world reveals its seething core,
As we find our strength in the strength of war.
With every heartbeat, feel the tempest grow,
A storm of fury, a wrath we’ll show,
In the infernal heat where our spirits burn,
Together we’ll emerge, it’s our time to learn.
Clash of titans, the end of the reign,
No longer bound by this relentless chain,
Though shadows may whisper, and fear may reign,
Hollow souls rise and will never wane.
In the aftermath, when the echoes fade,
A surge of power through the darkness laid,
With pride unbroken, we'll stand side by side,
In the ashes of sorrow, we find our pride.
As the night surrenders to the dawn's embrace,
We'll carry the light, not a moment to waste,
In this infernal realm, we’ve staked our claim,
For hollow souls rise, and we’re never the same.
Metal
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