From Ashes to Dawn — In a shrouded world, a city stands,
On towers sable, dead civilizations’ hands.
Dictator’s rule, cold and stern,
In hearts of decay, a relic yearns. Beneath it all, a dormant beast,
Its latent force yearns for release.
It kindles light, warmth, and laughter,
A scent of rebellion, disaster after. Against oppression, they stand and sing,
Machine rekindled, defiance it brings.
City breathless, rebellion’s spectator,
A final echo, the dictator’s creator.