Monolithic March

[beat drop] [verse 1] From the dust, arise the silent sentinels of dread, Legion’s whispers in the wind, tales of terror spread. Ghostly guardians of the grain, in the night they tread, Marking the hearts of the defiant with threads of lead. Silhouettes carved from the cloak of the desert’s deep hues, Blades glinting like stars under the moon’s pale views. Each step a sonnet of silence, they choose, Targets fall like verses to the muse. Night’s mantle drapes, their shadows merge with the dark, Cryptic choreography, a lethal ballet stark. Cold steel sings the swan songs of the marked, In the quiet, a sinister arc. Ciphers in the sands, where whispered fates align, Eclipsed paths cross, by design or divine. The legion’s lore, a lineage of a clandestine line, Death's drafts scribed in the margins of the benign. [verse 2] Marching past the monoliths of mankind’s might, now merely myths, Whispers weave through the radioactive relics, as the nightshift drifts. Fury fueled by the forsaken, forgotten fields where the wild things wait, Streets sprawl with the spirits of the splintered past, The dance of the damned, in shadows vast. My throne built on bones, the remnants of the rash, Legions of the lost, their stories stashed. Echoes of empires etched into the ether, ever so slight, Ghosts glide through the gloom, garbed in the grime of blight. Ashen alleys whisper woes, windswept, wistfully unwound, Chronicles crumbled underfoot, in cryptic corners crowned. Carved names on crumbling walls, calling like a siren’s song, Faded faces framed in time, where forgotten fears prolong. A tapestry tattered, torn from the loom of the land’s lament, Narratives knitted in the nuclear dusk, by despair defiantly bent. Through the broken boulevards, bastions of the bereft, Survivors sift the soot of cities, secrets solemnly kept. In the shadows of the shattered spires, specters stir and scheme, Underneath the umber sky, the lost legion dreams. [chorus] Whispers in the wasteland, winds of the once grand, Echoes of empires, falling like sand. Marching, marching, under ruin’s watchful eyes, Verses of the vanished, where our legacy lies. Repeat through the wasteland, catch the echoes bold, Stories of the steel hearts, in the silence told. Marching, marching, where the shadows blend and sway, In the ruins of the realms, we carve our way. [chorus] Whispers in the wasteland, winds of the once grand, Echoes of empires, falling like sand. Marching, marching, under ruin’s watchful eyes, Verses of the vanished, where our legacy lies. Repeat through the wasteland, catch the echoes bold, Stories of the steel hearts, in the silence told. Marching, marching, where the shadows blend and sway, In the ruins of the realms, we carve our way.