You said the sky was sacred But I saw blood between the stars. You crowned the silence holy But I heard screaming in the dark. I marched through fire, kissed the ash, Broke my chains on sacred glass. The choir choked, the altar cracked And still I rose, and never asked. I am the oath you swore in vain. I am the stain. I am the flame. The veins of heaven burn With every lie you bless. You built your gods on bones And dressed them in my flesh. I scream not out of pain But to remind the sky: That those who burn below Still rise. They called me shadow, cursed and vile But I wore stars upon my smile. Their crosses cracked, their temples fell I danced through every tolling bell. I am not wrath. I am the cost. I am the song They thought was lost. The veins of heaven burn Their ivory walls collapse. The angels choke on ash Their wings no longer flap. And still I scream - not out of spite But to remind the night: That I Still fight. Let the violins rise. Let the blood shine like gold. I was never a sinner. I was simply… too bold.
