LYRIC
Darkness surrounds us, on a cold winter's night.
A fire for metal is burning so bright.
Waiting for the right time
When fortune we will find
Braking the silence, we're one of a kind
Standing tall never to fall into the battle of forevermore we go.
We're leaving the playground
To reach higher grounds
We stand by our six strings a warriors sound.
Standing tall never to fall into the battle of forevermore we go.
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