Storm of Ire: Rise of the Unyielding

Thunder cracks, the skies ignite,
A lion wakes, ready to fight,
No more silence, now they roar,
This is justice, this is soar.

You strike from shadows, hide in fear,
But their answer, loud and clear,
For every martyr, for every cry,
Your empire crumbles, say goodbye.

Eyes high.
Through fire.
We rise.
Storm of ire.
One falls.
Thousands rise.
Martyrs live.
Hear our cries

Tyrants tremble, walls collapse,
No more patience, no more traps,
You aimed for one, but more arise,
We are the storm beneath your skies.

From Gaza’s pain, to Lebanon’s cries,
We stand tall, we break the ties,
No more silence, no retreat,
In this battle, you face defeat.

Eyes high.
Through fire.
We rise.
Storm of ire.
One falls.
Thousands rise.
Martyrs live.
Hear our cries

With every strike, the world will see,
The chains are gone, we will be free,
Your power fades, your fear grows near,
For justice comes, and it is here.

You thought us weak, but now you know,
We bring the fire, we steal the show,
The tables turn, the fight is long,
But we will win, we stand strong.

The tides have turned, the game is done,
For every free soul, the war’s begun,
No more running, no more lies,
Iran stands firm, beneath free skies.
The world has changed, the truth is clear,
Freedom rises, without fear.
And if Israel dares to reply,
Sejjil missiles wait in the sky.