A horizon burns — the smoke of a thousand wars. Clash of weapons falls like thunder. She stands, alone… the last hymn unsung. [VERSE 1 — ] Years carved in steel across her hands, boots sinking deep in a world undone. Every breath a prayer she’s forgotten, every heartbeat a battle she’s outrun. The swarm comes crawling from the shadows, a tide of hunger, claws and bone. She raises her blade with shaking courage— the kind you find when you stand alone. She whispers, “Hold the line… hold the line…” even as the darkness closes in. [CHORUS —] And she burns like the morning star, defying the void with a warrior’s cry. Her faith a blade in the hands of fire, refusing to fall, refusing to die. [VERSE 2 —] She feels the world tilt under violence— the ground baptized in screams and dread. A claw tears through her shield of courage, and she tastes iron, warm and red. Just when her knees begin to falter, when her world dims to a dying spark— a holy light tears through the carnage, turning midnight gold and banishing dark. [PRE-CHORUS 2 — ] A voice like starlight calls her name, lifting her soul from the edge of night. [CHORUS 2 — ] And she burns like the morning star, defying the void with a warrior’s cry. Her faith a blade in the hands of fire, refusing to fall, refusing to die. [BRIDGE — ] [Whispered backing vocals] Light pours through her shattered armor, filling the cracks she once called fear. A halo forms in the smoke around her, and all the dying learn to hear— the quiet vow in her breaking heartbeat: “For every soul… I stand again.” [FINAL CHORUS —] And she burns like the morning star, a living flame against the endless night. Her faith reborn in the holy fire, a spirit unbroken, rising to fight. And when the light begins to fade, her will remains—unyielding, strong. A guardian made from pain and purpose, the last to fall, the first to dawn. [OUTRO — ] [instruments slowly pull away, clean guitar ringout] Her strength drains slowly… but her faith holds true. The saint’s warm light slips from her grasp… Yet she stands. [soft final whisper] “Carry me, and I will carry them…”
