Lock the doors and let the sirens scream,
We’re the nightmare in their perfect dream.
The walls are sweating and the floor is thin,
But we’re the only ones who get to win.
The smoke is rising in a heavy shroud,
The thunder’s calling out our names aloud.
Let the world burn down to the blackened bone,
As long as I don’t have to stand alone.
We’re walking steady through the blinding heat,
With the rhythm of the ruin beneath our feet.
No turning back to the shadows we knew,
Just the gold in the flame and the heart of you.
If the end is coming, let the embers fly,
We’ll be the brightest thing in a dying sky.
Hand in hand as the ceilings tire,
Two souls unscarred, walking through the fire.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC
Lock the doors and let the sirens scream,
We’re the nightmare in their perfect dream.
The walls are sweating and the floor is thin,
But we’re the only ones who get to win.
The smoke is rising in a heavy shroud,
The thunder’s calling out our names aloud.
Let the world burn down to the blackened bone,
As long as I don’t have to stand alone.
We’re walking steady through the blinding heat,
With the rhythm of the ruin beneath our feet.
No turning back to the shadows we knew,
Just the gold in the flame and the heart of you.
If the end is coming, let the embers fly,
We’ll be the brightest thing in a dying sky.
Hand in hand as the ceilings tire,
Two souls unscarred, walking through the fire.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
