In the forge of shadows, where the darkness bleeds,
A tempest brews within, igniting ancient seeds.
Feel the clash of fury, feel the pulse of rage,
As the storm is rising, we’ll break free from the cage.
Winds howl like banshees, carving through the night,
Voices of the fallen, they whisper; they fight.
Chains will shatter slowly, forged in iron scars,
We stand upon the ashes, reaching for the stars.
Bring forth the thunder, let it drown our fears,
Every drop of chaos, washing away the years.
In the heart of madness, the flame will never die,
Embrace the wild fury, let it lift you high.
As the lightning strikes, illuminating the gloom,
We march through the tempest, into destiny's room.
There’s a beauty in the suffering, in the endless time,
With each pulse of thunder, we will rise, we will climb.
In the forge of shadows, we’ll bend but never break,
Born from rage and darkness, united we awake.
Through the storm we'll journey, relentless, ever bold,
With hearts forged in fire, our legends shall be told.
So let the storm surround us, let the thunder roll,
From the depths of darkness, we reclaim our soul.
In the forge of shadows, where light and fury meet,
Together we emerge, in power we’ll complete.
Metal
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