Unleash the shadows where the crimson bleed,
The echoes of power whisper through the trees.
In fields of decay where the lost souls roam,
A throbbing heartbeat brings the legions home.
Rising from the ashes, a fury to ignite,
Forged in the fire where the dark meets the light.
Battalions assembled, hear the battle cry,
A tempest awakening, watch the spirits fly.
The pulse of the war drums shakes the ancient ground,
In every shattered silence, a new hope is found.
With venomous intentions and a thirst to reclaim,
Wounds of all the fallen chant the forgotten names.
As time wears its mask, dressed in shadows cast,
Rulers of the broken, we fight forever last.
Fragile whispers linger of a love long lost,
In the heart of this chaos, we brace for the cost.
The crimson tide will wash away the fears,
Through blood-soaked memories and the weight of the years.
So rise from the ashes, let your spirit soar,
Embrace the night’s fury, hear the world’s encore.
Crimson stars will guide us, illuminating the way,
Through battles we will wander, in the night and in the day.
Together we'll awaken, our purpose now in sight,
In the end, we find power, we're ignited by the fight.
The pulse of our resolve will tremble through the dark,
We carry on this legacy; our defiance leaves a mark.
And as the echoes fade, we’ll stand forever more,
In the silence of the aftermath, we’ll be the crimson roar.
Metal
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