In the shadow of the city’s heart,
Where the smoke and echoes tear apart,
I found the wreckage of a dream gone cold,
Left alone where the stories unfold.
Flickering lights dance on the way,
In this night, we embrace our decay,
But I feel a spark hiding deep inside,
A whisper of fire that refuses to hide.
Chasing the embers through twisted stone,
Every breath feels like coming home,
With every howl, the truth starts to bleed,
In the deafening silence, we rise from the need.
Chorus of chaos and thunderous might,
We’ll face the darkness, ignite the night,
From the ashes, our voices will roar,
We’re the remnants, but we’ll ask for more.
Tangled in memories, alive with regret,
Yet every heartbeat reminds me we met,
Through the wreckage, we’ll find our own way,
Like a spark in the night, we’ll never decay.
So here’s to the battles, the scars we embrace,
Through the howls and the wreckage, we’ll find our place,
In the depths of the night, the fire will gleam,
With every ember, we’ll live out our dream.
The sun will rise on this forgotten ground,
We’ll carry the echoes of life’s endless sound,
With the spirit unbroken, we’ll face what we say,
In the howl of this night, we’ll refuse to decay.
Rock
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