In the silence, feel the quake,
Underneath the earth, the ground will break.
Grinding teeth and heavy hearts,
Veins of fire, tearing us apart.
Shadows loom as the storm creeps near,
A voice inside me whispers, "face your fear."
Scorching skies ignite the day,
With every heartbeat, there's no other way.
Surge of wrath, it calls my name,
Riding the lightning, I’ll never be the same.
Fuel the fire, watch it rise,
In this chaos, we’re alive.
Ashes scatter on the barren ground,
From the wreckage, a new strength is found.
Every challenge, every bruise,
The grind has taught me how to choose.
From the depths of despair, I’ll take flight,
Through the shadows into the light.
This fury’s power, I’ll harness well,
A wildfire burning, hear the rebel yell.
Surge of wrath, it calls my name,
Riding the lightning, I’ll never be the same.
Fuel the fire, watch it rise,
In this chaos, we’re alive.
When the storm has passed, and the silence breaks,
We’ll stand together, no room for mistakes.
With scars we wear like a battle cry,
We’ll take the world and learn to fly.
Together we’ll face what’s yet to come,
With every heartbeat, we won’t succumb.
No more fear, let the passion grow,
In this surge of wrath, we’re ready to go.
So here we stand as the echoes fade,
In the wake of the quake, our debts are paid.
With the strength we’ve forged, we’ll rise above,
In the ashes of wrath, we find our love.
Rock
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