In the trenches of our battles, we fight the war within,
A symphony of chaos, where no one truly wins.
Love’s a distant echo, a melody unheard,
We’re chasing after shadows, in this relentless world.
We dance upon the razor’s edge, a deadly ballet,
Yearning for a touch, that love will never lay.
Our hearts are battlegrounds, where emotions clash,
In this war of desires, we’re burning in the ash.
We’re soldiers in this struggle, a hard metal brigade,
Chasing dreams of love, in this relentless crusade.
No mercy for the fallen, even if you’re divine,
In the inferno of passion, where angels also pine.
A love we never capture, like a ghost in the night,
Haunted by illusions, our souls take flight.
In the halls of our desire, where demons play,
We’re prisoners of longing, in this twisted ballet.
We dance upon the razor’s edge, a deadly ballet,
Yearning for a touch, that love will never lay.
Our hearts are battlegrounds, where emotions clash,
In this war of desires, we’re burning in the ash.
We’re soldiers in this struggle, a hard metal brigade,
Chasing dreams of love, in this relentless crusade.
No mercy for the fallen, even if you’re divine,
In the inferno of passion, where angels also pine.
The flames of our obsession, devouring the light,
A relentless storm of chaos, tearing through the night.
We march through the wreckage, of what could have been,
In the battlefield of love, where no one’s left unseen.
(Guitar Solo)
We’re soldiers in this struggle, a hard metal brigade,
Chasing dreams of love, in this relentless crusade.
No mercy for the fallen, even if you’re divine,
In the inferno of passion, where angels also pine.
As the curtain falls on our tragic play,
We’re left with the echoes, of what we couldn’t say.
In the silence of the aftermath, we find our release,
In the hard metal symphony, where pain finds its peace.
We’re soldiers in this struggle, a hard metal brigade,
Chasing dreams of love, in this relentless crusade.
No mercy for the fallen, even if you’re divine,
In the inferno of passion, where angels also pine.
As the curtain falls on our tragic play,
We’re left with the echoes, of what we couldn’t say.
In the silence of the aftermath, we find our release,
In the hard metal symphony, where pain finds its peace.
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