In the shadows of the dusk, we rise,
Where the echoes of the lost still cry,
A sear of memories, a burning flame,
In the depths of ruin, we embrace the shame.
Wrathful winds whisper lies of despair,
A mark of the helpless in the stagnant air,
All the kingdoms we built, now turned to ash,
As thunder rolls in, the skies begin to clash.
In the dominion where darkness reigns,
Feed the fire, drown in the pain,
The curse of existence, an unholy blight,
We walk through the wreckage, tangled in night.
Sear the chains that bind our fate,
Cast away the fear; we won’t hesitate,
With fists of fury and hearts of stone,
We will rise from the ruins, reclaim the throne.
In the dominion where shadows tread,
We’ll unearth the legends of the fallen dead,
Embrace the chaos, let it be our guide,
With the roar of the storm, we shall not hide.
Lost in the grip of a merciless creation,
Bound by the threads of our fascination,
An army of echoes marching in time,
United in vengeance, so brutally prime.
With the plague of sorrow, we learn to fight,
Fueling the embers that burst into light,
No longer victims, we shatter the chains,
In this dominion, our spirit remains.
As dusk settles low, and the battle does cease,
Through the remnants of pain, we claim our peace,
No longer consumed by the wrath we’ve embraced,
In the heart of the struggle, our strength interlaced.
In the dominion where shadows scar,
We emerge from the darkness, reclaim who we are,
With a fierce resolution, we'll break through the night,
For in our unity, we discover the light.
Metal
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