In the depths where shadows reign,
Searing heat in the heart of pain,
An echo of wrath, its voice is loud,
Force of nature, a vengeful shroud.
Against the grain, our spirits clash,
Like molten steel, we burn to ash,
Drowning in fury, no escape in sight,
Forged in the chaos of endless night.
Chained to the sorrow, madness takes flight,
The whispers of decay, a blight in the light,
Rising from embers, defiance ignites,
We roar like thunder, we claim our rights.
Rage like a tempest, unleashed from the core,
Wreaking destruction, we hunger for more,
The battle awakens, a cry from the lost,
In this dance with fury, we’ll pay any cost.
With every heartbeat, the echoes of dread,
Fuel the fire that burns in our heads,
Bolts of rebellion, relentless they surge,
A powerful wave, in darkness we merge.
Molten desires, we rise from the grave,
Shattered illusions, no longer a slave,
With wrath as our armor, we take to the skies,
Embracing the fury, with fire in our eyes.
As the ashes settle and silence draws near,
We stand as one, conquering fear,
From decay to revival, we rise and we soar,
In the heart of our fury, we become so much more.
Together we’ll shatter the chains that confine,
In the molten embrace, our spirits align.
With each strike of thunder, our legacy sown,
Forever we burn, together—full-grown.
Metal
wrath, fury, molten, force, decay