Burning 2007

2007, the fire in the sky,

September burned — no reason, no why.

Steel guitars scream through the midnight rain,

Echoes of chaos, a thunderous strain.

Neon ashes dance on a blackened street,

Time stands still where the wild winds meet.

We were young, we were forged in the flame,

2007 — we’ll never be the same!

Куплет 2

The city lights drown in a scarlet haze,

September’s heart turns to smouldering graze.

Riffs like lightning, the speakers explode,

Stories we lived, now etched in cold stone.

Chrome and leather, the night’s heavy breath,

Memories carved in the music’s deafening death.

2007, where the legends were born,

September fell — but the spirit lives on!