In the grip of a cursed night,
Where the echoes of shadows ignite,
Phantom cries weave through the air,
Whispers of souls caught in despair.
Endless war rages in the dark,
Flames of vengeance leave their mark,
Burning flesh, a sacrificial fire,
Devoured by chaos, consumed by ire.
Broken vows, like shattered glass,
Promises lost in the abyss at last,
Through the wreckage and the strife,
Only the echoes of a fractured life.
In this realm where monsters dwell,
Fading echoes cast their spell,
With each breath, the spirits sigh,
Forgotten dreams of those who die.
Against the tide of haunting dread,
We fight for the fallen, we raise the dead,
With iron hearts and voices high,
We scream the truth, we’ll never die.
The moonlight drips, a silver tear,
In this shadowed dance, we face our fear,
Yet when the dawn begins to break,
We'll find the strength to rise, to take.
So let the night weave its final tale,
In the dark, we prevail, we will not fail,
From cursed shadows, we emerge to fight,
With hope ablaze, we reclaim the light.
And as the sun brings forth the day,
In unity we stand, we’ll find our way.
Metal
Cursed night, Endless war, Phantom cries, Broken vows, Shadowed realm, Burning flesh, Fading echoes