Intro (shout, palm-muted guitars building):
Razor dawn! we tear the silence wide!
Verse 1 (fast, aggressive): Iron teeth on the skyline, fingers claw the night, city veins are open, spilling neon counterfeit light. Concrete screams in chorus, steel-bone skeletons rise,
shadows cast like verdicts over bloodshot, hollow eyes.
We ride on broken syllables, boots stamp the fault line beats, rhythms cut like scalpels, riffs like barbed-wire fleets.
No mercy in reflection, no pardon in the glass,
we’re soldiers of the riff and the future’s built to crash.
Pre-Chorus (driving double-time):
Break the silence! Break the chain!
Feed the fire, fan the flame!
Chorus (full-thrush, shouted):
Shred the sky! Burn the lie!
Metal thunder, scream and fly!
Shred the sky! Tear it wide!
We’ll be raging till the night is fried!
Verse 2 (faster, shouted):
Ash and wire, the sirens gripe, neon vultures wheel,
truth’s a broken compass but we sharpened iron will.
Spit the oath, slam the door, thunderclap of teeth and bone,
we write the law in sweat, inked in ozone, overthrown.
Fingers bleed on twisted frets, tempo turns to blade,
bass is a heartbeat hammer, drums the pulse of the raid.
The skyline’s a cathedral of rust and jittered glass,
we’re priests of decibels, conduct the final mass.
Bridge (staccato, palm-muted march):
March! — the thrash is tangent to the fever,
charge! — the riff is law when reason leaves us,
burn! — the syntax of our anger breeds the fever,
learn! — no quarter in the hymn we scream, believe us.
Breakdown (slower, crushing):
Crawl beneath the wreckage where the siren’s teeth have bled, find the rusted heartbeat where the old gods used to tread. We’ll raise a fist of iron, make a cathedral of the wreck, scream the chorus to the rafters till the sky itself is cracked.
Solo Section (instrumental shout, guitar shredding — lyrics chant):
(chant) Shred! Shred! Shred! — cut it, cut it, cut it —
(lead pierces; drums explode; bass grinds grind grind)
Verse 3 (back to full speed):
Syllables of sulfur, smoke and mirror tongue,
the anthem of the restless, the hymn of those unsung.
Eyes like molten rivets, mouths like quick-of-blade,
we press the coil of chaos till the order starts to fray.
No heroes but the hand that plays the savage note,
no mercy but the echo from the metal in our throat.
So raise the flag of friction, let the percussive law be cast,
we’ll shred the sky and left the night without a past.
Chorus (bigger, layered screams):
Shred the sky! Burn the lie!
Metal thunder, scream and fly!
Shred the sky! Tear it wide!
We’ll be raging till the night is fried!
Rapid-Fire Verse (machine-gun cadence):
Crash! — torque the throttle, rip the seam,
flash! — eyeballs molten, shout the dream,
slash! — chords collide, the frets combust,
rash! — turn to iron, turn to dust.
Speed like a fever, bite like a blade,
speed like a hammer, nerves all frayed,
speed like a sermon, teeth and flame,
speed like the engine, we proclaim.
[Final Chorus]"Continue in the same style"
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