Rise of the Restless Shadows

Sa. In the shadow of Tombstone's darkness reigns a skeletal figure

breaking the chains Pink sparks fly from the fires of the night Eyes like the

embers ready to ignite With a grip on the weapon a chilling embrace

Rise from the grave. Feel the pulse of the face. We are the

wrestlers the souls of the night shattering silence we rise up to fight

with metal heart beating. You'll never be back down in this great

out of dreams we. We the crown Whispers of legends still the air

with dread Echoes of chaos in the silence bread from the ashes