In the cosmic ballet where the titans dwell,
Faded wrath emerges from the shadows of hell.
An echo through darkness, a thundered clash,
A violent awakening, a heavenly flash.
Wounded strike of time, carving scars in stone,
Battles in the heavens, where the stars have flown.
In the void, they gather, the fallen's despair,
A symphony of chaos, swirling through the air.
Shadowed roar ignites, a tempest of rage,
As the ancients awaken from their slumbering cage.
The cries of the lost intertwine in the night,
Celestial ruin, bathed in pale starlight.
With swords forged in shadows, we rise from the dust,
Embers of the fallen, we breathe in the rust.
Our spirits entwined, we shatter the chains,
In the face of the void, we’ll embrace our refrains.
A storm now unleashed, every heartbeat a drum,
The fight for our fate, as the legions succumb.
In the lineage of chaos, we find our decree,
As the echoes of thunder consume you and me.
Through rivers of pain, we've journeyed afar,
By the fires of freedom, we become who we are.
Not shackled by silence, nor bound by the night,
With eyes towards the heavens, we ignite our own light.
So let the shadowed roar be the anthem we sing,
In the face of celestial ruin, we rise on the wing.
Together we'll roar, never knowing the cost,
As echoes of defiance declare we are not lost.
Metal
Celestial Ruin, Thundered Clash, Faded Wrath, Shadowed Roar, Wounded Strike