Radagon is Mimic by Dryleaf Eren

Verse 1 Gather close, Tarnished—no hit run, no flex, This is the part where the lore hits your chest. You felt it swell when the last words fell, Like a church-bell toll in a boss-fight hell. A sect in dry leaves, whispering “worthy,” A congregation built from the unearthly. But watch the line where the story blurs— Some myths feel holy, then start to slur. Chorus ’Cause a mimic can shine with borrowed gold, A copy can preach with a mouth grown cold. Form of the faith, but the flame gone dim— A perfect mask with no life within. Verse 2 They say the world is a cage you break, That god is a spark you can self-update. That you don’t kneel—you ascend, you claim, You speak your true name and rewrite the game. But the cross isn’t XP, the throne isn’t owed, Grace isn’t “remembering” cheat-codes you know. If you’re chasing a crown just to crown yourself— That’s not salvation, that’s putting God on a shelf. Bridge (call/response vibe) Are you the vessel— Or are you the source? Are you the pilgrim— Or the final force? Tag Walk in the light when the screen turns black. Guard your heart when the myth hits back.