Veresaa

Verse I Even in flawless flame-lit halls, we found the fractures in the walls. The path was painted, pale and wrong— a spiral map that spans too long. It circled sorrow, stitched in skin, for those who lost but wouldn’t give in. We were the cast-off, cutthroat few— the thieves, the torn, the tried-and-true. No crowns, no praise, no sainted throne— just broken hands that built their own. Pre-Chorus No fabled light will lead us right, no golden gate, no gleaming guide. We walk through wreckage, rain, and rust, and crush the curse beneath our trust. Chorus Nothing’s ever stopped us— not storms, not stone, not screams. We staked our claim in golden light and bled it through our dreams. We faced the fire we used to flee, we raced the ruin we couldn’t see— and what they feared, we came to be. Verse II Below the bones of better days, we braved the dark in shattered ways. No stars to chart, no skies to show, just roots that writhe and rivers slow. We tumbled down through tunnels tight, through hollow hills that stole the light. A flicker, faint, began to grow— a seed of flame beneath the snow. It burned in silence, slow but sure, a fire formed to find the cure. Bridge We whispered words the dust could keep, we stirred the spark inside the deep. The walls still hold our battle hymn— the chant of those who wouldn’t dim. They told us not to climb, to speak, they cursed our strength, they called us weak. But we became what storms can’t drown— a voice, a blaze, a battleground. Outro Even the light can learn to lie. Even the strong still break and bend. But we are the ones who walked through fire— and never broke and never end.