Black spots floating before these eyes
 Solar wind shouting from the skies
 Free of chains, free from pains
 Old [bad word] in our veins

 Airborne we're speeding in flames
 Dark wings following at heels
 We break [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] and again we're back