In the heart of the night, a pulse awakens,
A battle cry echoes, as sanity shatters.
Iron-clad warriors march through the decay,
Haunted by ghosts, in the war we must sway.
Beneath the heavy sky, darkness unchains,
Fading whispers of life, swallowed by pains.
The cycle of sorrow, like rust on the steel,
Spirits of the fallen, forever they kneel.
Chorus of screams, a relentless refrain,
Blood-soaked battlegrounds, soaked in their pain.
In shadows we wander, lost in the fray,
Fighting for freedom, while hope drifts away.
With the sound of the clash, our fates intertwine,
An iron resolve as we face the divine.
Decaying memories, remnants of war,
Each heartbeat a tribute, to those who fought before.
In the void, where silence steals light,
The echoes of anguish, rage through the night.
A pulse that refuses to fade into dark,
Together we rise, igniting the spark.
As the shadows descend, and the ashes take flight,
We forge our own destiny, igniting the night,
Underneath the iron skies, our spirits ignite,
Breathing life into legends, we’ll fight till the light.
No more will we kneel to the chains of despair,
The war may be endless, but our spirits lay bare.
In the heart of the chaos, we find our own way,
Resilient and fierce, in the shadows we stay.
Through the battles we’ve waged, through the scars that remain,
We’ll stand as a testament to those lost in the gain.
In the end, we remember, we’re more than just clay,
We rise from the ashes, forever we’ll stay.
Metal
iron, decay, pulse, war, shadows