Echoes of Resistance

Under the plates where the shadows breathe. A whisper stirs in the rust

and steam. Stories carved in the dust of streets we swore we'd

never leave behind. Through broken wires, hear the call. A distant pulse in the metal

wall. If fate demands we rise or fall, then let it

dry to take us now. Oh, the night is trembling.

Oh, the city's crying out. Stand your ground, raise your voice

into the sound. Let the echoes lead us onward through the dark and underground.

If the world forgets our name, then we'll remind it who we are.