Verse 1: Do not go gentle into the night of despair, Though shadows claw and twist the breath of air. Rage, rage against the silence that devours, The flickering flame in the darkest hours. The soul, a tempest, wild and unconfined, Beats against the cage of a weary mind. Like waves that crash on the jagged shore, We fight, we fall, but rise once more. Chorus: Burn bright, burn fierce, like a star’s last gleam, In the heart of the night, chase the endless dream. Though the world may crumble, and the light may fade, Hold fast to the fire that will not be swayed. Verse 2: Old age should burn and rave at close of day, Not whisper soft as the light slips away. In every scar, a story etched in flame, A testament to struggle, not to shame. The wind’s wild cry, the thunder’s roar, Echoes of battles fought before. We are the sons of storm and rain, Born to suffer, born to gain. Chorus: Burn bright, burn fierce, like a star’s last gleam, In the heart of the night, chase the endless dream. Though the world may crumble, and the light may fade, Hold fast to the fire that will not be swayed. Bridge: Do not go gentle, do not bow low, In the face of night, let your spirit glow. For in the raging, the tempest’s cry, We find the strength to live, to die. Outro: So rage, rage, against the dying light, A beacon blazing in the endless night. In every breath, in every fight, We are the fire, the fierce, the bright
