Ravens of the Trifarix

Verse I From ash and ruin, broken bone, He rose to claim a blackened throne. The crippled man with a crimson hand, Saw secrets writ across the land. Pre-Chorus The dying whisper, the ravens call, He gathers truth from every fall. The demon’s gaze behind his eyes, A warlord born from whispered lies. Chorus Hail the hand that shapes the flame, Swain, the master, carved in pain. With wings of shadow, claws of night, He leads the empire into the fight. Verse II The Trifarix stands, a sharpened spear, Through strength and guile, his path is clear. No crown, no chains, no emperor’s reign, Just vision carved in blood and flame. Pre-Chorus He knows the cost, he bears the weight, Of secrets whispered, sealed by fate. A nation forged in fire’s breath, Marches forward, courting death. Chorus Hail the hand that shapes the flame, Swain, the master, carved in pain. With wings of shadow, claws of night, He leads the empire into the fight. Bridge The ravens gather, the corpses speak, Through shattered souls, the future peaks. What is broken, he will bind, A greater Noxus, one of mind. Final Chorus Hail the hand that shapes the flame, Swain, the master, carved in pain. With wings of shadow, claws of night, The empire rises— Through his sight.