Riding high on a thunderbolt,
With a heart that's wild and free,
An outlaw's spirit fueling me,
In the shadows, I feel the pull,
Screeching wheels and roaring dreams,
In this boundless night, nothing's as it seems.
Through the storm, the music's thrumming,
Torque and fury, the engines drumming,
Lost in the chaos, where hope's ignited,
Sparks are flying, we're uninvited.
The echoes dance upon the walls,
As the sirens scream, the darkness calls,
We’re racing fate on the edge of time,
With every heartbeat, a brave new rhyme.
Riffstorm brewing, we scream our names,
In the shadows, we play the game,
An outlaw’s journey never ends,
With every twist, the soul transcends.
Feel the power surge, the night alive,
In the depths below, that's where we thrive,
Abyss of dreams and wild desires,
Each note we play ignites the fires.
Through the storm, we rise and fall,
Fighting for the thrill, we give our all,
With boundless reckless hope in hand,
We'll carve our truths through shifting sands.
So let the Riffstorm take control,
Screeching through the wild and whole,
Outlaws of the night, hear our call,
Together we'll conquer, never fall.
As the final echoes fade away,
We write our story, come what may,
In this realm where the shadows play,
We've found our peace, our wild array.
Rock
Riffstorm, Screech, Outlaw, Abyss, Torque, Boundless