In the shadows where the lost souls dwell,
A whisper calls, yet it's the sound of hell.
Grind away, the wheel of fate is turning,
In the fire, where the hatred’s burning.
Crimson skies, a tempest on the rise,
Chained by rage, beneath the battle cries.
Echoes of despair, in this realm of night,
We’ll unleash fury, we’ll ignite the fight.
The clock is ticking, the end is drawing near,
Awaken beasts, feed the hunger, feel the fear.
With every strike, we carve our destiny,
A dance of death, in this dark symphony.
Let the fire burn, consume the endless void,
The fallen rise, no longer broken, no longer toyed.
In the ashes, we find what’s left behind,
A legacy forged from the darkness intertwined.
Haunting whispers, the ghosts that haunt my mind,
A legacy carved from the fury intertwined.
We stand united, no longer alone,
Through the fire, we’ve found our way back home.
In the midst of rage, our spirits start to soar,
Defying fate, we’ll shatter every door.
With every heartbeat, we'll resist and advance,
In the fury of the night, we’ll take our stance.
Through the chaos, we find our strength anew,
In the darkness, we shall break through.
The red skies herald the dawn of our plight,
From fury into dawn, we emerge into light.
With fire in our hearts and fury in our veins,
We rise from the ashes, free from all chains.
And as the flames flicker, we know we’ve won,
In the dance of darkness, a new day has begun.
Metal
fury, darkness, grind, fire, rage