In the ashes of a dying world,
The pyre burns, its embers swirl,
Echoes of a past laid bare,
Whispers rise on the frigid air.
Once a force, now a hollow shell,
Watch the decay, the toll it tells,
Crimson rivers, a fate entwined,
Bound to the darkness, the surge draws nigh.
Visions turn to dread and despair,
On the horizon, oblivion’s glare,
In the stillness, a haunting sigh,
Endless night, where hopes go to die.
With every pulse, the shadows dance,
A fleeting glimpse, a stolen chance,
Beneath the weight of forgotten sins,
The harbinger calls where the silence begins.
The pyre’s light reflects our plight,
Burning bright as we lose the fight,
Rise from the ashes, embrace the pain,
Through the decay, we’re drawn to the flame.
Chained to fate but forged in fire,
A surging storm, our hearts conspire,
Defiant spirits, we’ll break our bonds,
In the grip of the night, we will respond.
When the final curtain falls,
And the last echo of the void calls,
We’ll stand as one against the tide,
In oblivion's realm, we will not hide.
For the harbinger brings the end anew,
From the shadows, we’ll rise and break through,
With every flame, we reclaim our might,
In the heart of oblivion, we ignite the night.
Together we'll battle, we'll stand and fight,
In the depths of darkness, find our light.
The pyre's glow shall mark our way
Through decay, to dawn, a brand new day.
Metal
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