II - Blood upon the Oathstone

[Verse 1] The stone is cold, the heavens mute, Her blade lies still — yet will not absolve. A drop descends — no tear, no rain, But blood that calls the gods by name. [Verse 2] The vow is carved in runes of old, By fire marked, by oaths foretold. She lays her hand upon the sign, And speaks the words that break divine. [Chorus – Powerful, rising] Blood upon the oathstone, a curse in the air, Her voice like thunder, her breath a prayer. Born of vengeance, tempered by pain, The blade awakens — for war again. [Verse 3] No light in her eyes, no doubt in her stride, The shadows falter, the weak subside. No mercy, no plea, no tremor of grace, Only steel in her hand, and wrath in her pace. [Chorus – Stronger, more intense] Blood upon the oathstone, a curse in the air, Her voice like thunder, her breath a prayer. Born of vengeance, tempered by pain, The blade awakens — for war again. [Bridge – Whispered, ritual tone over tribal drums] "I am the blade, I am the wrath, I am the judgment — and you are the past." [Final Chorus – Layered choirs and thundering drums] Blood upon the oathstone, a curse in the air, Her voice like thunder, her breath a prayer. Born of vengeance, tempered by pain, The blade awakens — for war again.