In the heart of the chaos, a tempest brews,
Veins run thick with shadows, stained in crimson hues.
Thunder cracks like judgment, a call to arms,
Echoes of the broken, dancing with alarm.
Screaming winds of fury, souls caught in the taint,
The ground trembles beneath us, no room for the faint.
Time shatters like glass, fragments pierce the night,
Fragments of the fallen blaze a path to the fight.
Chorus of the damned whispers through the haze,
A song of blood and fury, lost in the blaze.
We rise from the ashes, driven by our will,
In this crimson storm, we fight against the chill.
The skies are bleeding darkness, the horizon torn,
Beneath the weight of lies, a new world is born.
Chaos reigns supreme, yet we stand tall,
Together in the madness, we will never fall.
With fire in our hearts, we chase the fading light,
Forging swords from anguish, ready for the night.
A battle cry erupts, as blood calls to blood,
We shatter all the silence, like a roaring flood.
No chains to bind us, as we dance on the edge,
With echoes of the future, we forge our final pledge.
This storm shall cleanse the earth, let it drown in the sound,
For within this chaos, our freedom shall be found.
As the crimson skies fade, and the storm drifts away,
We are bound by the echoes of the price we pay.
In the silence that follows, we will learn to forgive,
For in the heart of the chaos, we find how to live.
Metal
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