Night, The dark, cruel grip we never saw. Light, Our final hour stolen by the flaw. Eyes, A roar that broke the sky apart. Cries, The city’s fear etched in every heart. Claws tear the ground where we stand, Horns split the air like broken glass. Thunder shakes the broken ground, This is the hour we face our last. My hands are steady, but my soul is worn and thin, The fire’s gone, but cold remains inside. We won the night, though we lost so much within— Now all I want is silence by your side. By your side. Pain: We counted the fallen; shadows stayed dark. Rain: The city stands cold, a broken mark. Strain: New tracks on the ground; the wind leaves its trace. Again: A warning in the air; we face this space. They’ve returned; their tracks we see. No retreat now — they’re closing in. Time is short; the wounds remain. The wave is here — steel meets the pain. My hands are steady, but my soul is worn and thin, The fire’s gone, but cold remains inside. We won the night, though we lost so much within— Now all I want is silence by your side. By your side. No rest for the weary, no peace for those who dared to fight, Dust holds their footprints, and the future lies buried in the night. One battle won, but death still breathes close behind the door, We sharpen our blades — for the darkness will return once more.
