Steel in the vein, fire in the hand,

we rise where the thunder is born.

No crown, no chain, just the roar of the land,

a drum made of iron and horn.

Beat of the forge, scar of the fight,

pulse of the anvil and storm.

We break, we bleed, but the night ignites—

every wound keeps the heartbeat warm.

Thunder calls, we rise with the dawn,

Steel in our hearts, we ride where the legends are born.

Through fire and fate, we carve our name in the sky,

No turning back—this is the great adventure, you and I.

夜色撕咬鋼鐵，

饑餓在骨縫吶喊；

我吞盡回聲，

把沉默嚼成火焰。

心跳擂鼓，

血脈翻涌成海嘯；

一步踏破影，

再一步——

把黎明啃成深淵。

Breath of the reel, neon cathedral—

cut!—we splice the night in gold.

Frame by frame we detonate the quiet,

bassline booms like a Dolby heart.

Lensflare ghosts in IMAX armor

march across the flickering sky.

Every flash a star, every drop an Oscar,

crowd roars in 7.1 thunder.

We don’t need dialogue—just this rise,

this cosmic dopamine cliff.

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鋼鐵羽翼劃破霓虹雨，

廢墟之上編織晨曦。

心跳擊響末日的鼓，

我在灰燼里守護(hù)你。

斷壁刻下誓言，

流焰化作冠冕。

讓黑夜為我們升起，

Angel’s Flight——

逆燃的星，

把墜落寫成重生的詩(shī)句。