Underground fire, we ignite the scene,
With midnight fights, we’ll tear the regime.
Broken pride rising from ashes below,
Scorched hope shines like a fierce, dying glow.
Choking fear won’t hold us down,
Fists raised high, we’ll shake this town.
A rebel sound shatters the silence,
In a world that’s lost, we’ll find our violence.
With every strike, we reclaim our name,
A burning anthem, we’ll play the game.
Echoes of chaos in the streets we roam,
This bond of defiance, it feels like home.
Against the odds, we’ll rage and roar,
In shadows we fight, behind every door.
No chains can bind the fire we’ve found,
With grit in our veins, we’ll stand our ground.
Hope not forsaken when the world’s grown cold,
In the fury of night, our souls turn bold.
Together we rise, no fear can shatter,
In the heart of the storm, we live for the chatter.
Underground fire, let it burn bright,
In the chaos we scream; we own this night.
With fists raised high, we'll scream out loud,
Together forever, a defiant crowd.
As the echoes fade, we'll find our peace,
In the flames of the night, our spirits increase.
We walk in the darkness, but we’re never alone,
In the heart of rebellion, we’ve finally grown.
Punk
Underground fire, Midnight fights, Broken pride, Scorched hope, Choking fear, Fists raised, Rebel sound