In the shadows where the tempests clash,
We witness dreams turned into ash,
With anger rising, we ignite the night,
A firestorm brewing, ready to fight.
The city’s heartbeat, a fractured pawn,
Echoes of glory now fade into dawn,
Strike the chords of memories lost,
In the echo of chaos, we count the cost.
The towers crumble, the streets decay,
Voices of silence drift further away,
But in the ruins where the lost souls weep,
A thunderous roar, we refuse to sleep.
Rising up, we break every chain,
Cast aside the sorrow, embrace the pain,
In the clash of ages, let the banners fly,
We are the storm that will never die.
With every heartbeat, we feel the tide,
Against the odds, we stand with pride,
A revolution born from the ashes and dust,
In this relentless battle, we place our trust.
So hear our anthem, let it resound,
A chorus of warriors, breaking the ground,
No longer silent, we shout to the sky,
In the face of decay, we’ll learn how to fly.
The nights may be long, but our spirits remain,
In the ashes of ruin, we’ll dance through the pain,
With every revolt, we whisper our name,
In the tale of tomorrow, we’ll rise from the blame.
Together we rise, as the echoes fade,
No more a puppet, no more afraid,
With fire in our souls, and our heads held high,
In this rock and roll world, we’ll never say goodbye.
Rock
Revolt, clash, ruin, strike, decay