In the night where shadows play,
I hear the whispers of a fray,
A distant cry, a haunting wail,
Bearing secrets of the gale.
With a surge that breaks the dawn,
I see the chaos of a world withdrawn,
Every heartbeat thrumming wild,
In the depths of havoc, I’m a restless child.
Flame burns bright in the darkened skies,
Consuming fears, igniting lies,
We rise up from the ashes, fierce,
With every scar, we will persevere.
Caught in the spiral of oblivion’s wake,
We’re the echoes of the choices we make,
Dance with the shadows, fight for the light,
Together we’ll blaze through the endless night.
The walls are breaking, the sirens screech,
But in this madness, I’ve found my reach,
Standing tall amidst the wreckage and pain,
With the fire inside, we’ll never be the same.
So, let the echoes guide us on,
Ever forward until the dawn,
Through the chaos, we won’t fade away,
In the heart of the storm, we’ll seize the day.
From the ashes, we rise and roar,
Together, we’ll shatter every locked door,
With the flame that flickers yet won’t die,
In this echochord, we’ll learn to fly.
As the night subsides and the morning breaks,
We’ll forge our path with every breath that we take,
With spirits unbound, in unity we’ll stand,
In the end, it’s our fire that shapes this land.
Rock
Echochord, Wail, Havoc, Flame, Surge, Oblivion