Beneath the haze where shadows crawl,
Vultures feast on the sound of the fall,
Searing solos rip through the night,
An electric pulse, a primal fight.
Guttural intensity grips the air,
As dark rhythms pulse, a twisted snare,
Melodic layers rise and entwine,
In the chaos, the truth we define.
With chaotic beats that never relent,
We dance on the edge, where the screams are pent,
A scream of dissent, an unyielding rage,
Break down the silence, let history wage.
Veins thrumming loud with a desperate call,
We're just fragments of light in the void's cruel thrall,
A symphony born from destruction and pain,
In the heart of the storm, we’re never the same.
As we march through the fire, relentless and bold,
Each note a prophecy, a story retold,
The crushing distortion, it echoes and swells,
In this metal embrace, we’ve conquered our hell.
With the final scream, we’re breaking the mold,
Fading into the night, our spirits unfold,
In echoes of chaos, our shadows will glide,
Together we stand, no fear left inside.
Metal
Crushing distortion, searing solos, dark rhythms, guttural intensity, melodic layers, chaotic beats, unyielding aggression