"A hero forsaken… a path abandoned…" "And yet you still walk forward?" They anointed me, then cast me away. Their faith was hollow, their words were dark. Lies filled their eyes when they turned their backs, And I walked alone into the world. Yet something lingers… a whisper in the dark. Not fate, not mercy… but something else. A voice that waits, that watches, that calls— A weight upon my soul, waiting to fall. I will rise though the world denies! I will fight though the heavens lie! Not forsaken, not undone— This is not your reckoning— this is my dawn! A village burns, the screams are rising— Shadows moving, blades colliding. They run, they cower, but I stand still, Sword in hand, against the kill. I see her face, a child in fear, The voice is laughing, whispering near. "You could be more… let it in…" "No more weakness— not in vein" Fire, blood, steel, death! This is how a hero’s born! Cursed or blessed, I’ll carve my fate— I am not what you create! "This is not your reckoning…" I will rise though the world denies! I will fight though the heavens lie! Not forsaken, not undone— This is my reckoning— this is my dawn!
