Black spots floating before these eyes
Solar wind shouting from the skies
Free of chains, free from pains
Old poisons run in our veins
Airborne we're speeding in flames
Dark wings following at heels
We break all rules, hold no names
Back in the fire with burning wheels
Born from the fires of the core
The metal's hot with the red of gore
Forge the blade with scourge of truth
Back to life and everlasting youth
Walls of our prison have gone
We hear the shadows whisper and warn
White heat against your black
Battle is to come and again we're back
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