No Lesser Evil

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[Pre-Chorus]
But prophecy is merciless and blind,
And he can feel the warning in his mind…

[Chorus]
There is no lesser evil, only truth we fear to see,
When two wrongs rise like phantoms from the sea.
He stands alone between the light and doom,
Bound by honor, chained by gloom.
For when destiny demands its cruelest toll,
He will break a sword—and break his soul.

[Verse II]
She spoke of kings who stole her breath,
Of mages hiding crimes untold.
A life condemned before its birth,
A child of grief who grew too bold.
He saw her pain beneath the steel,
The quiet tremor in her will—
A ghost of hope she tried to feel,
But every memory aimed to kill.

[Pre-Chorus]
And though he knows that blood won’t set her free,
Still he prays for what can never be…

[Chorus]
There is no lesser evil, only truth we fail to bear,
When the fallen stand with fire in their stare.
He pleads for peace, but fate denies his plea;
He must stop what she cannot see.
And when destiny demands he take her life,
Honor twists the blade like poisoned strife.

[Bridge – The Battle]
In the market’s hush, the steel ignites—
A dance of shadows, grief, and might.
He begs her once, she answers never,
And their fates converge forever.
Swift as winter, fierce as flame,
She falls softly calling his name.
His trembling hands embrace the cold,
As all his choices turn to gold…
And ash.

[Final Chorus – Tragic Crescendo]
There is no lesser evil—only what the heart can’t mend,
Only lines we cross that break us in the end.
He stands in silence where her blood still gleams,
Haunted by unchosen dreams.
And when destiny demands its final cost,
He finds her face in every loss—
For the night he drew his blade against her fate,
He became the thing he swore
He’d hate.

[Outro – Quiet and Broken]
A lonely wolf beneath the weeping sky,
Carrying the wish he can’t deny:
That he had never learned
How heroes die.

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[Verse I] She walked in silence through the wounded dawn, A shadow forged by cruel design. From shattered kingdoms she was torn, A vengeance born of twisted lines. Her eyes—two storms behind a smile, A blade disguised in mortal skin. A fate abandoned as a child, Returning now to claim what’s been. [Pre-Chorus] But prophecy is merciless and blind, And he can feel the warning in his mind… [Chorus] There is no lesser evil, only truth we fear to see, When two wrongs rise like phantoms from the sea. He stands alone between the light and doom, Bound by honor, chained by gloom. For when destiny demands its cruelest toll, He will break a sword—and break his soul. [Verse II] She spoke of kings who stole her breath, Of mages hiding crimes untold. A life condemned before its birth, A child of grief who grew too bold. He saw her pain beneath the steel, The quiet tremor in her will— A ghost of hope she tried to feel, But every memory aimed to kill. [Pre-Chorus] And though he knows that blood won’t set her free, Still he prays for what can never be… [Chorus] There is no lesser evil, only truth we fail to bear, When the fallen stand with fire in their stare. He pleads for peace, but fate denies his plea; He must stop what she cannot see. And when destiny demands he take her life, Honor twists the blade like poisoned strife. [Bridge – The Battle] In the market’s hush, the steel ignites— A dance of shadows, grief, and might. He begs her once, she answers never, And their fates converge forever. Swift as winter, fierce as flame, She falls softly calling his name. His trembling hands embrace the cold, As all his choices turn to gold… And ash. [Final Chorus – Tragic Crescendo] There is no lesser evil—only what the heart can’t mend, Only lines we cross that break us in the end. He stands in silence where her blood still gleams, Haunted by unchosen dreams. And when destiny demands its final cost, He finds her face in every loss— For the night he drew his blade against her fate, He became the thing he swore He’d hate. [Outro – Quiet and Broken] A lonely wolf beneath the weeping sky, Carrying the wish he can’t deny: That he had never learned How heroes die.

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