In the depths of the night where the hopeless dwell,
A storm brews within, casting whispers of hell,
Crimson skies of torment, they ignite my disdain,
With every shattered dream, I rise from the pain.
Chains of anger bind me, the power I crave,
Each flicker of fury, like a flame from the grave,
I scream to the heavens, let the violence acclaim,
I’ll carve my own path in this monstrous game.
Through the ashes, I wander, consumed by the void,
A heart forged in darkness, a spirit destroyed,
But from ruin arises, a new kind of wrath,
I’ll summon the tempest and take back my path.
Hear the calling of thunder, feel the earth start to quake,
With a roar that shakes mountains, the dawn will awake,
In a dance of destruction, I’m free from the shame,
With each breath of fury, I’ll fan this fierce flame.
Beneath the heart of storm clouds, a catalyst grows,
Life’s trials have painted me, seasoned and bold,
No longer a puppet, I rise from the embers,
With shattered flames blazing, the fury remembers.
As the dark storm encircles, I stand fierce and tall,
Embracing my demons, I will never fall,
In the eye of the tempest, I find my own name,
With the strength of a warrior, I’ll play the game.
So let the winds howl and the skies bleed red,
With shattered flames burning, and storms in my head,
I’ll write my own story, with scars that proclaim,
From the ashes of fury, I rise unashamed.
This heart of a warrior won’t bow to the night,
In the blaze of my fury, I’ll embrace the fight,
Through the dark and the storm, I’ll never feel tame,
With the spirit of a phoenix, I’ll rise up in flame.
Metal
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