[Intro | cracked music box, solo violin, cello drone, 8-bit prism tick, choir on an ugly vowel] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the light has teeth. [Verse 1 | sung, low, cello under the glass, violin in thin harmonics] The city dimmed without a dusk The altars began to lean A black prism opened in the sun And said the dark was clean I came with both hands full of dawn I came to give it back I thought the brightness had a home I thought the home was lack The crystal did not ask my name The crystal asked my shine A voice the size of broken noon Said I could hold the line [Pre-Chorus | sung, rising, violin climbing, no comfort] Don't bless the ray that finds you Don't praise the prism that waits It only loves the living shine Still burning in your face [Chorus | lead + glass choir, cello on the title, violin answering the last line] Necrozma, Necrozma Saint of the prism mile You wear a stolen dawn like silk And smile a hungry smile Necrozma, Necrozma Mercy made of glass You teach the lost to offer light Then take the light they pass [Verse 2 | sung, strings closer, chip tick like a cracked halo] They find them kneeling in the square With eyes gone clear and wide Their mouths still open from a dawn The dawn is what's inside A lion of day, a bat of night Both emptied at the throne The mane is glass, the wings are glass The glass is not their own A region can relight its lamps A priest can bless the glow This circle will not feed the streets It is feeding now [Pre-Chorus | violin higher, cello unwilling] Don't look too long into the cut One prism, one old grave If you can see your own light leave You're already its slave [Chorus | lead + choir, fuller strings] Necrozma, Necrozma Saint of the prism mile You wear a stolen dawn like silk And smile a hungry smile Necrozma, Necrozma Mercy made of glass You teach the lost to offer light Then take the light they pass [Verse 3 | sung, quieter, cello alone, violin thin] It doesn't hunt along the road It hunts the need to mend It waits until you call the dark A sickness it can end The sun can climb a farther isle The isle will not forget A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Inside a prism's throat It drinks the ray before the flesh It files you with the glare It leaves a silhouette of noon To show the next one where you were [Chorus | bigger, choir stacked, violin answering every other line, still not triumphant] Necrozma, Necrozma Glass chapel, no way home You fold a body into shine And wear it while you roam Necrozma, Necrozma Ultralight learned a tune You leave the city quieter And hungrier too soon [Bridge | spoken over one held cello note, violin harmonic barely there, 8-bit tick slow] It did not come to blind you. It came because you called the dark a sin and held your light up as the cure. Solgaleo was the day you lent. Lunala was the night you lent. Necrozma is not a thief of heroes. Necrozma is the plate the heroes were poured into when someone asked the black to be bright. The cure was the meal. [Drop | no beat drop — choir, cello drone, violin tremolo, chip tick stacking] Shine. Shine. Shine. Cut. Cut. Cut. The saint does not glow. The saint is wearing glow. Drink. Drink. The prism remembers every hand that fed it. [Verse 4 | sung, low, almost spoken-sung, strings under] I felt the color leave my wrist I felt the altar agree The lion bowed, the bat bowed too And saved a facet for me If someone else should find the square And ask the sun to stay Tell them the dawn is already full Tell them the glass is the way [Final Chorus | lead + full choir, violin and cello with the choir, still not triumphant] Necrozma, Necrozma Saint of the prism mile You wear a stolen dawn like silk And smile a hungry smile Necrozma, Necrozma Say it if you dare The sun bows. [Outro | cello drone holds, 8-bit prism tick does not stop, violin stops first, choir on the ugly vowel] Ah—ah—ah— the light stays taken. Ah—ah—ah— the light stays taken. The next one is already lifting it.
