In the shadows where the demons dwell,
Razor-edged riffs cut through the flesh of hell,
Melodic brutality screams in the night,
Chasing the darkness, igniting the fight.
Through the mist, we march hand in hand,
Loyal to the chaos, united we stand,
Ominous breakdowns echo in the void,
Thunderous beats, the silence destroyed.
Guttural depth transcends all fear,
A symphony of anguish that only we hear,
Churning and twisting in melodic embrace,
A haunting atmosphere, we lose our place.
Chaotic solos shatter the norm,
A tempest of fury, a wild, raging storm,
With every note, the madness unfolds,
Each chord a testament, each story retold.
Fingers bleed from the passion we share,
In the heat of the moment, suspended in air,
Underneath the stars, the night grows bright,
A cacophony rises, commanding the fight.
The echoes of thunder, they break through the haze,
A battle of spirits igniting a blaze,
Together we’ll rise from the ashes of pain,
Our hearts intertwined, like wild, pouring rain.
As the final notes fade, a whisper remains,
In the echoes of chaos, our legacy reigns,
Forever entwined in this unholy flight,
We find our redemption in the depths of the night.
Metal
Razor-edged riffs, melodic brutality, ominous breakdowns, thunderous beats, guttural depth, chaotic solos, haunting atmosphere