Even Lethaller, I Guess

In the shadow of the dying sun, Where echoes of the past still run, A warrior stands, his fate begun, A battle rages, never won. Blades of fire, hearts of steel, Cries of vengeance, wounds that never heal, Echoes through the valley, a resounding peal, The final reckoning, our fate revealed. Rise, from the ashes of despair, Fight, with a fury that's so rare, Break, the chains that bind our soul, Burn, in the fire, lose control. Through the wasteland of forgotten dreams, Where every whisper hides a scream, He walks alone by moon's dark gleam, A silent warrior, on a deadly theme. Blades of fire, hearts of steel, Cries of vengeance, wounds that never heal, Echoes through the valley, a resounding peal, The final reckoning, our fate revealed. Rise, from the ashes of despair, Fight, with a fury that's so rare, Break, the chains that bind our soul, Burn, in the fire, lose control. Silent nights and blood-soaked days, In the darkness, a guiding blaze, Through the chaos, a warrior's gaze, To the end of time, his spirit stays. Rise, from the ashes of despair, Fight, with a fury that's so rare, Break, the chains that bind our soul, Burn, in the fire, lose control. In the heart of the storm, we find our might, Through the endless dark, we claim the light, A tale of glory, forged in night, We are the warriors, eternal fight. ... endless dark, we claim the light, A tale of glory, forged in night, We are the warriors, eternal fight.