Darkness in the scar of my love [Hermione Granger's song]

[Start] [Female Vocals] [Intro] (Organ stab + palm-muted guitars + tom build) When the seventh month dies, Candles cut through haze. I catch the coded flicker in your eyes. Library dust, old lies— Shift and realign; A parasite squats where the lightning strikes. [Verse 1] I have mapped the pattern Hidden pulse to pulse. Every rune, every rumor, every false dark gospel. He thinks you’re his vessel; He misread the sum. You are not a reliquary—he is not the outcome. [Pre-Chorus] Shard of winter riding under your skin— I will ring it round with reason till the void burns thin. [Chorus] There is darkness at the scar of my love— Cold, deep—let it glare. I am glyphs, I am fire, I am nerve; It can’t root while I’m there. There is darkness at the scar of my love— Hear the fracture begin. I am logic with a lionheart drum— It will crack; we will win. [Verse 2] First-year sparks and awe Grew to tactics, grit. We turned fear to a discipline, piece by piece we fit. Now his shadow circles; Let it taste our ward. Every step we synchronize is another severed cord. [Pre-Chorus] Shard of winter riding under your skin— I will lace a net of brilliance till it can’t breathe in. [Chorus] There is darkness at the scar of my love— Cold, deep—let it glare. I am glyphs, I am fire, I am nerve; It can’t root while I’m there. There is darkness at the scar of my love— Hear the resonance split. I am reason in a battle-born bloom— It will crack; we will win. [Bridge] (Half-time, cathedral drums + choir pad) Void—you trespass; your lease is revoked. By ink, by wand, by will invoked. By the law that loving minds rewrite, By the iron spine of a scholar’s light— Unspool. Collapse. Be data spent. Your fragment fails our firmament. [Break] [Whisper] Sleep—if it claws I’ll cage it. Breathe—I am the ward that breaks it. [Verse 3] (Drive returns) Ash erupts like snow, Green sparks shear the dark. We advance—paired vectors—focus, heart. Scar to scar we stand; Twin arcs, one design. Let him drag his borrowed void—watch it cross our line. [Pre-Chorus] Shard of winter riding under your skin— I will clock its every tremor till the ward seals in. [Double Chorus] There is darkness at the scar of my love— Cold, deep—let it glare. I am glyphs, I am fire, I am nerve; It can’t root while I’m there. There is darkness at the scar of my love— Hear its citadel thin. All the study, all the courage aligned— It will crack; we will win. There is darkness at the scar of my love— Signal dying to noise. Where it nested we ignite a new star; I reclaim what is yours. [Outro] (Drop to clean guitar + organ swell) When the seventh month dies, We remain—battlewise. Always—always. Every scar becomes lore; Every win—one scar less. Always—always. [End]