옛날 메탈(Old School Metal)

Turn my old and faded drawer,
Covered memories lie in dust.
Though they're blurred and lost in time,
They make my frozen heart ignite.
Silence of a tune,
No one’s here to hear, hear the old sound.
Burning nights of summer past,
Rise again and blaze so loud!
Through the cold and endless days, lost and left to fade away,
Held onto my worn-out, Rock to the night.
Now the flames will rise again, beating to the drums so wild,
Hear, hear the crowd explode into the night—!
Trapped inside this confused maze, suffocating in the bladk and grey,
Nowhere left to run, no way to escape.
Still I run but can't deny, passion frozen deep inside,
Whispers call to me: your dream is on the stage!
Through the cold and endless days, lost and left to fade away,
Held onto my worn-out, Rock to the night.
Now the flames will rise again, beating to the drums so wild,
Hear, hear the crowd explode into the night—!
Through the cold and endless days, lost and left to fade away,
Held onto my worn-out, Rock to the night.
Now the flames will rise again, beating to the drums so wild,
Hear, hear the crowd explode into the night—!