In the heart of the chaos, where the shadows twist,
We’re bound by the lightning, where the myths persist.
Through the ashes and embers, we rise from the ground,
When the thunder grips the night, hear the battle sound.
With a Staticrush flowing, we’re electric and wild,
In a world that’s forgotten, like a lost, reckless child.
Ashveil covers our eyes but we’re burning bright,
In this dance of the fire, we’ll ignite the night.
Feel the Riftfire blaze; it’s a fierce, raging light,
With our hearts like a furnace, we’ll conquer the fight.
And the Screechline of sirens echoes loud and clear,
As we step into fury, we forget all the fear.
We are warriors rising, made of steel and of dreams,
In a realm where the storm breaks, nothing’s as it seems.
With the pulse of the thunder urging us on,
We’ll create our own path until darkness is gone.
So let’s drive through the tempest, with hope as our guide,
In the eye of the storm, we stand firm, side by side.
With the echoes of legends, we’ll carve out our fate,
In the heart of the fire, let’s obliterate hate.
With a Staticrush flowing, we’re electric and wild,
In a world that’s forgotten, like a lost, reckless child.
Together we’ll guide the winds, let our spirits soar free,
In this dance of defiance, we’ll be all we can be.
The storm may roar loud, but we will not fade,
In the forge of our passion, our legacy’s laid.
With our souls intertwined, through the darkness we stride,
Standing tall against the tempest, we’ll be the light inside.
So here’s to the thunder, and the battles we'll win,
As we rise from the ashes, let our journey begin.
With our hearts set ablaze, we'll embrace the unknown,
In the name of the storm, we’ll forever be home.
Rock
Stormforge, Staticrush, Ashveil, Riftfire, Thundergrip, Screechline