In the shadow of the moonlit wrath,
We gather 'round the fires of our past,
With the fury of ages, hearts ablaze,
In the eyes of the fallen, our destinies gaze.
Rusted chains bind the souls forgotten,
Echoes of the brave who stood, not the rotten.
Through the gates of torment, we claim our doom,
As the frost descends, heralding the gloom.
With a howl through the night, darkness reveals,
The radiant doom, with a truth that appeals.
From the ashes, the embers ignite once more,
Waking the beasts, as we settle the score.
In the grip of the frozen, where silence weeps,
Frosted chains bind the shadows we keep.
But a spark ignites the rage we suppress,
A blackened rise from the dust of distress.
We scream through the storm, through the echoes of time,
Transforming the pain into rhythm and rhyme.
The legacy forged in the heat of our fight,
Guiding our spirits to reclaim the night.
Embrace the fury that dwells in our veins,
For in every heartbeat, the power remains.
Together we stand, with the strength of the earth,
In the crucible's fire, we are born in rebirth.
So let the darkness envelop the light,
We’ll ascend through the chaos, our souls taking flight.
The moonlit wrath fades, but the legends arise,
With every roar piercing the infinite skies.
In the end, we are shards of the flames we ignite,
Forever united in the heat of the night.
Metal
Moonlit Wrath, Radiant Doom, Rusted Fury, Frosted Chains, Blackened Rise