Ash Cathedral | First Line Defense

[Verse 1] Stone-cold air clamps my ribs shut. Quiet before the trumpets tear the sky open. Fingers rake the floor — ash and grit under the nails. Last dust before the kingdoms melt down. [Pre-Chorus] A spark crawls under the skin like a parasite. Incense choking through temples already falling in. [Chorus] I claw up through the silence before the world starts. Stuck between the cross and the fucking wheel. Nothing moves, but the pulse keeps grinding in. A breath clawing back where the dark hardens. [Verse 2] Ash sticks to my chest like altar soot and blood. Every grain a prophecy waiting to catch fire. Limbs hang dead — icons in a smashed nave. Something coils under the scorched air, waiting. [Pre-Chorus] Heat piles up at the base of the spine. Seraph wings ripping open in the black. [Bridge] Dust comes back. Fire comes back. Form comes back. Tomb splits. Sky burns. Lotus claws up. Trumpets scream. Seals crack. [Final Chorus] I claw up through the silence before the world starts. Stuck between the cross and the fucking wheel. Nothing moves, but the pulse keeps grinding in. A breath clawing back where the dark hardens. Ash Cathedral — stillness turning into fire.