In the forge where fate is forged, the fire's burning bright,
With iron wills and heavy hearts, we prepare for the fight.
As the battle drums awaken, hear the thunderous call,
Rising up from the ashes, we won’t stumble, we won’t fall.
With a pulse that echoes thunder, we march into the fray,
Every heartbeat like a war cry, driving darkness away.
The power of our fury flows like rivers made of flame,
In the shadows of the battlefield, we’ll carve out our claim.
We are warriors in the twilight, forged in pain, molded by rage,
Bound by the scars of our history, we will never be caged.
With our swords held high against the night, we unite as one,
In the depths of desolation, we’ll rise until we’ve won.
With a haunting melody, the shadows dance around,
Voices lost in the echo, but we’ll never back down.
Our legacy is written deep in the blood of all our kin,
A tapestry of thunder, where our journey begins.
In the heart of the storm, we will find our sacred ground,
These iron shadows are our banners, together we’re unbound.
With every clash and every scream, we’ll show them we’re alive,
In the power of the pulse, we will always survive.
As the twilight fades to silence, and the echoes start to cease,
In the aftermath of battle, we’ll find our own release.
Though the night may hold us captive, we break chains that confine,
For within the iron shadows, our spirits brightly shine.
Metal
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