[Verse 1] In a house of night, where shadows grew, Three witches stirred, and one man knew— Edward Spellman, proud and wise, Bore Batibat’s scars behind calm eyes. He rose to lead, the Church’s flame, But love would call, and tempt with shame. He wooed Diana, bright and fair, A mortal soul with golden hair. To wed her, he made the devil’s deal: Their love for one soul the Dark would steal. And when she cried, and joy was near— He knew the cost. He made it clear. [Chorus] One child born of shadowed grace, With angel's blood and mortal face, Torn between the dark and light, In secret groves, in dead of night. Oh, Jenova, fate’s cruel flame, Daughter of love, pawn in a game. [Verse 2] She bore the girl through whispered dread, With Edward smiling, vows all said. But unknown to her, the pact still bound— A chain unseen beneath the ground. The Dark Lord’s seed, not Edward's line, Was planted in that fateful time. Three days passed, the babe still new, Diana fled to woods she knew. In Eldath’s Grove, with Hilda near, She whispered prayers the gods would hear. She blessed the child in water blessed, And left the record, heart at rest. [Chorus] One child born of dual breath, Claimed by life, then sworn to death, Angels wept and demons smiled, As fate grew dark around the child. Oh, Jenova, born between, Of heaven's hope and hell's machine. [Verse 3] But Edward moved with ruthless will, To bind her soul, the pact fulfill. The very next day, cloaked in dusk, He brought her to the chapel hushed. With Zelda's gaze and solemn tone, He signed the Book with ink and bone. No word to wife, no breath of doubt— The spell was sealed, no turning out. [Hook] Then came the day of crimson mist, Diana gone—her final kiss. An “accident,” they said aloud, But truth lay buried, wrapped in shroud. Some say foul play, some just decay— But Hilda, Zelda looked away. The girl was left in witches’ hands, To grow amid conflicted lands. [Bridge] Did Edward mourn, or breathe relief? Was love now drowned beneath belief? Did Hilda know? Did Zelda cry? Or were they watchers of the lie? And in her crib, the child slept on, While gods and demons vied till dawn. [Final Chorus] One child born from love and fire, A mother lost, a father liar, Baptized twice and claimed by three, Yet yearning just to be set free. Oh, Jenova, wild and wise, Witch of stars and shifting skies, Your fate was drawn in blood and song, But you were never truly wrong. [Outro] So sing of her, the girl of fate, Who bore the love, who bore the hate. Whose soul was inked before she knew, Yet still she walks the path she drew.
