FURY OF THE BROKEN TRUTH ⚔️🔥 by VOXARIS

[Verse 1]
You forged a storm  
from paper waves,  
a sailor’s myth  
no storm could save.  
You called it fate,  
you called it pain —  
but never once  
walked through the flame.

You claimed the door  
was sealed in fear,  
yet she was there,  
the path was clear.  
You watched her burn  
from far outside —  
your martyr crown  
was just your pride.

[Prechorus]
Enough pretending,  
enough disguise —  
your legend dies  
beneath her rise.

[Chorus]
I tear your altar  
to the ground.  
Your holy grief  
makes no more sound.  
She spoke the truth,  
you drowned in smoke —  
your kingdom fell  
the day she woke.  
No more excuses,  
no more pleas —  
your myth collapses  
on its knees.

[Verse 2]
You starved yourself  
to call it pain,  
you lit a spark  
to claim it flame.  
You crowned yourself  
the dying king —  
but never fought  
for anything.

She broke your fog  
with one clean breath,  
the voice you feared  
that marked your death.  
You built your church  
where she was torn —  
now I’m the fire  
that breaks your throne.

[Prechorus]
No more theatrics,  
no more shame —  
your whispered doom  
won’t speak her name.

[Bridge — FURIA]
I drag your lighthouse  
through the storm,  
the brittle cage  
you called “reborn”.  
Your mournful script,  
your sacred cries —  
I rip them clean  
before they rise.

No more fog  
to veil your sins,  
no more throne  
that no one wins.  
She walks in fire,  
you break in rust —  
I am the flame  
that salts your dust.

[Final Chorus — EXTREME]
I crush your altar  
stone by stone.  
Your gospel ends —  
she takes the throne.  
Her voice is steel,  
your myth is glass —  
I watch it shatter  
as you pass.  
No martyr’s crown,  
no last lament —  
your story ends,  
her truth is sent.

[Coda]
Let the sirens  
clean your name —  
she is the fire,  
I am the flame.

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[Verse 1] You forged a storm from paper waves, a sailor’s myth no storm could save. You called it fate, you called it pain — but never once walked through the flame. You claimed the door was sealed in fear, yet she was there, the path was clear. You watched her burn from far outside — your martyr crown was just your pride. [Prechorus] Enough pretending, enough disguise — your legend dies beneath her rise. [Chorus] I tear your altar to the ground. Your holy grief makes no more sound. She spoke the truth, you drowned in smoke — your kingdom fell the day she woke. No more excuses, no more pleas — your myth collapses on its knees. [Verse 2] You starved yourself to call it pain, you lit a spark to claim it flame. You crowned yourself the dying king — but never fought for anything. She broke your fog with one clean breath, the voice you feared that marked your death. You built your church where she was torn — now I’m the fire that breaks your throne. [Prechorus] No more theatrics, no more shame — your whispered doom won’t speak her name. [Chorus] I tear your altar to the ground. Your holy grief makes no more sound. She spoke the truth, you drowned in smoke — your kingdom fell the day she woke. No more excuses, no more pleas — your myth collapses on its knees. [Bridge — FURIA] I drag your lighthouse through the storm, the brittle cage you called “reborn”. Your mournful script, your sacred cries — I rip them clean before they rise. No more fog to veil your sins, no more throne that no one wins. She walks in fire, you break in rust — I am the flame that salts your dust. [Final Chorus — EXTREME] I crush your altar stone by stone. Your gospel ends — she takes the throne. Her voice is steel, your myth is glass — I watch it shatter as you pass. No martyr’s crown, no last lament — your story ends, her truth is sent. [Coda] Let the sirens clean your name — she is the fire, I am the flame.

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