[Verse 1] Ash falls down like winter rain, A thousand years of fear and chains. The tyrant rules with metal might, The skaa still dream beneath the night. A broken girl, a stolen name, She walks the mists and learns the flame. With steel and will, she finds her way, And dares to break the end of days. [Chorus] Raise the mist, let the fire burn, Tear down the lies that never turn. Hope is hidden in the ash and pain, But heroes rise through loss and flame. Oh, the gods are wrong, the stars deceive— But in the mists, we still believe. [Verse 2] The tyrant falls, his secrets bleed, But freedom births a deeper need. The world unravels, faith is thin, And whispers curl beneath the skin. She finds the well, the ancient cage, Mist-born heart and steel-born rage. She frees the voice, it thanks her grace— And dooms the world in its embrace. [Chorus] Raise the mist, let the fire burn, Tear down the lies that never turn. Hope is hidden in the ash and pain, But heroes rise through loss and flame. Oh, the truth is lost, the scripts are torn— But still we fight, still we are born. [Bridge] A scholar prays, though gods are still, A lover falls on battle’s hill. She lights the dark with burning breath, And dances hand in hand with death. Yet in the silence, balance grows— One heart remakes the world it knows. [Final Chorus] Raise the mist, let the fire burn, From shattered stars, the worlds return. Faith is forged where the lost have lain, And Harmony will rise again. In ash and myth, we found the key— And now the mists belong to me
