Through the haze of the storm we rise,
A symphony of chaos, beneath the darkened skies,
Whispers of fury dance in the air,
Blood on the ground, but do we really care?
Crimson tides crash over shattered dreams,
Echoes of battles lost, tearing at the seams,
In the heart of the tempest, we stand our ground,
In the ashes of silence, our rage will resound.
With every heartbeat, we summon the fight,
Fueling the fire igniting the night,
Wrath in our veins, vengeance in our eyes,
We'll burn through the wreckage, till the last one dies.
A relentless storm, it whispers our names,
Revenge like a lightning, igniting the flames,
Ashes and embers, a tribute to lost,
In the face of despair, we embrace the cost.
Through the storm, through the night,
We are the shadows that hunt for the light,
The fury awakens, unleashed from the depths,
We dance with the wreckage, with every last breath.
The sky rages on, but we’ll stand our ground,
In the cycle of chaos, this is where we're found,
Blood of the fallen fuels our resolve,
In the heart of destruction, our spirits evolve.
As the storm begins to wane, so shall we find peace,
From the embers of fury, we'll rise and release,
And as silence descends, we won't fade away,
In the wreckage of time, our legacy will stay.
Metal
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