The Unending Scars (Verse 1 - Miranda Noor) A name whispered, etched in stone, A faith born in blood, a story sown. Promises made, rivers run red, Justice sought, yet peace unsaid. (Verse 2 - Miranda Noor) From burning cities, to broken lands, A god of wrath, who claimed commands. Slaughter and war, the tales unfold, A sword's sharp edge, a story told. (Verse 3 - Miranda Noor) The chosen ones, a path defined, By conquest and by rage enshrined. An endless cycle, shadows creep, Where ancient hatreds take their sleep. (Verse 4 - Miranda Noor) The sacred texts, a twisted thread, Justifying violence, as if it's said, "This is the way, this is the truth." Lost in the echoes, of a bitter youth. (Verse 5 - Miranda Noor) Through generations, the wounds remain, A legacy of pain, a heavy chain. The whispers echo, a mournful plea, Can we ever truly set ourselves free? (Verse 6 - Miranda Noor) But amidst the pain, a flicker bright, A yearning for hope, a guiding light. Can a god of love, emerge from strife? Can hearts be mended, and scars revive? (Verse 7 - Miranda Noor) Oh, the unending scars, they bleed anew, A testament to conflicts, eternally true. The stories whisper, tales of woe, Can we find solace, and make it grow? (Verse 8 - Miranda Noor) So many prayers, so many tears, For a path of peace, and end to fears. For a god of love, instead of wrath, To heal the wounds, to mend the path. (Verse 9 - Miranda Noor) (Bridge) The echoes linger, in the fading light, A haunting question, burning bright. Is this the legacy, this cruel design, A god of power, or a god divine? (Verse 10 - Miranda Noor) (Outro) The unending scars... The unending scars...
