In the shadows, where the dark winds blast,
Rising thunder, echoes from the past,
A battle of souls, no mercy to find,
Wrath of the ancients, unleashed in the mind.
The sky ignites as fury takes its stand,
Roar of the tempest, a ferocious command,
We march through the chaos, our spirits ablaze,
In this dance of destruction, lost in the haze.
Chained to the fury, we're prisoners of time,
Fighting through silence, with reasonless rhyme,
Voices of war cry, a thunderous call,
Our hearts pounding strong, we shall never fall.
Through blinding flashes, the flames touch the sky,
In the void of our sorrow, the fallen won't die,
The clash of our wills, like steel against stone,
Together we're forged, in this battle alone.
The roar of our legends, forever will thrive,
As long as we're living, our spirits survive,
We stand on the brink, no turning away,
The void beckons softly, but we choose to stay.
As dusk settles in, the silence will reign,
Yet in our remembrance, the wrath shall remain,
So rise from the ashes, embracing the fight,
For even in darkness, we bring forth the light.
With every last breath, our stories resound,
In the heart of the void, our glory is found,
The roar of our triumph, the blast of our pride,
In the echoes of battle, we stand side by side.
Metal
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