[Intro] (snare roll, distant wind) Hold the line. Hold the soul. [Verse 1] Mud on my boots, prayers in my teeth, Night in the trenches, counting the grief. Letters go quiet, names turn to smoke, Even the angels sound like they choke. They told me: “Soldier, keep your head low,” But I’ve seen the dark— and I chose to go. [Pre-Chorus] (strings rise, brass low) If peace won’t come in a gentle voice, Then let it come through a brutal choice. [Chorus] (anthem lift + choir) I’ll be your Sentinel, your last light, Standing where the world loses sight. If I must become the thing we fear, So the morning can finally appear— Then call me monster, call me sin, I’ll carry the war so you don’t carry it within. Je tiendrai… I won’t fall— I’m the last light when the heavens go cold. [Verse 2] Orders like knives, medals like chains, Glory tastes bitter on broken veins. I watched boys vanish in thunder’s breath, Saw “victory” written in alphabet death. So I swallowed the fire they warned me about, And I felt it wake— I felt it shout. [Pre-Chorus 2] (march drums tighten) There’s a beast in the hymn, a crack in the steel, But I’ll aim it at the horror that’s real. [Chorus] I’ll be your Sentinel, your last light, Standing where the world loses sight. If I must become the thing we fear, So the morning can finally appear— Then call me monster, call me sin, I’ll carry the war so you don’t carry it within. Je tiendrai… I won’t fall— I’m the last light when the heavens go cold. [Bridge] (drop to voice + distant artillery; then build) Listen— The battlefield sings in a thousand tongues, All saying the same thing: “Not enough.” Not enough prayers, not enough bread, Not enough living—too much dead. So I plant my feet in the shaking ground, And I make a vow with a feral sound: I will end this. Even if it ends… me. [Final Chorus] (full cinematic blast; choir bigger) I’ll be your Sentinel, your last light, A torch in the teeth of endless night. If I must become the demon at the gate, To cut the wire of our fate— Then call me monster, call me sin, I’ll wear the darkness like armor on my skin. Je tiendrai… hear my call— I’m the last light… I’m the last light… When the heavens go cold. [Outro] (snare fades, a single horn note) Hold the line. Hold the soul.
