Through the tempest's roar, where the echoes collide,
In the heart of the darkness, we rise and we ride.
Ghosts of the fallen weave tales in the night,
Forged in the fury, igniting the fight.
Chains of the past try to bind us in pain,
But we break from the silence, we shatter the reins.
Battle drums thunder, a call to the brave,
With scars as our armor, we’ll never be slaves.
Wrath of the heavens, it seals our fate,
Like thunderous lightning, we’ll shatter the gate.
March through the ashes, the fire ignites,
Rising like titans to claim our own rights.
Chained to no master, we’re driven by fire,
Fury unbridled, our spirits aspire.
In the shadows, we gather, like wolves on the prowl,
With hearts made of iron, we answer the howl.
Whispers of vengeance, they dance on the wind,
Our brotherhood binds us where the dark has been.
Each scar tells a story, a mark of our fight,
In the iron embrace of this merciless night.
Stand tall through the storm, let the chaos unfold,
For the brave and the broken, our tales will be told.
Together we conquer, united and strong,
In the heart of the darkness, we’ve found where we belong.
So let the storms rage, let the shadows descend,
With iron resolve, we will rise in the end.
For though we are battered, and we carry our scars,
Together we’ll shine like the light of the stars.
Metal
Iron, Storm, Darkness, Battle, Wrath, Chains, Scars