[Intro – spoken, distant, calm] Under a blood-red moon We heard it Not a roar of strength But a cry [Verse 1] The eagle in the west was shown his ways A crown of noise, of golden praise Blind eyes fixed on mirrored skies While truth starved out beneath his lies From the nest a desperate sound Children screaming into ground Blood on streets, not meant for war Justice bleeding at the door [Pre-Chorus] This is not rebellion This is grief This is love That cannot breathe [Chorus] We know the royal eagle isn’t you A borrowed crown, a painted truth The cries don’t rise from common hearts But from the hands that tore you apart We see your children — not his throne We hear the wounds you never chose [Verse 2] Empires speak with a father’s voice Calling cruelty “a choice” Teaching strength through raised fists Calling silence loyalty, dissent a sin But still a spark refuses death A fragile light, a stolen breath The once dim star still dares to stay Not dead yet — not fading away [Pre-Chorus 2] You are not your father You are not the crimes in his name You are the people Still carrying pain and shame [Chorus] We know the royal eagle isn’t you Your hands are clean, your hearts still true The fault lies where the power feeds Not in the mouths that beg and plead Across the sea, beneath red skies We hear your truth beneath the lies [Bridge – spoken / low choir rising] Children of B.L.O.D This is the call We defend We don’t abandon We don’t close our eyes We don’t harden our hearts Not against the people Never against the children [Verse 3] Mothers cry for justice still Names unheard, graves left unfilled Yet through the ash, through fear and flame Hands still reaching, still humane From northern skies we send no blade Only hands that will not fade With tears of steel and open palms We stand with you through rising storms [Final Chorus – full, resolute, hopeful] Look up now — the night has changed The white star burns, unashamed The blood-red moon begins to fade As broken lights realign their fate Forgiveness is not forgetting pain It’s choosing not to become the same [Outro – quiet, fading] The eagle cries But still it flies Hope lives In the children’s eyes
