In the forge of sound where shadows play,
Melodic chaos rises, and darkness finds its way,
Harmonics slicing through the heavy air,
Blistering energy ignites, a battle laid bare.
With guttural roars that echo through the night,
We raise the flag of fury, surrendering to the fight,
Thunderous beats pounding like a war drum’s call,
Violent rhythms crash, as we rise and fall.
Eerie textures weave a tapestry of dread,
As we dance on the edge where the fearless dared tread,
Searing notes reverberate, challenging the calm,
This tempest of music, a savage balm.
Heartbeats sync with the pulse of the crowd,
We are legion, united, screaming fierce and loud,
Razor-sharp guitars pierce through the haze,
While the echoes of chaos ignite this blaze.
In this maelstrom of sound, we find our release,
A symphony of madness that never sees peace,
Through the storm we will march, relentless and bold,
Embracing the mayhem, the stories unfold.
As the last note lingers, the silence takes hold,
And we carry the fire, our spirits consoled,
Through razor-sharp guitars, the chaos will flow,
For in the heart of the music, our true souls will glow.
Metal
Razor-sharp guitars, melodic chaos, guttural roars, thunderous beats, eerie textures, blistering energy, violent rhythms