[Intro – soft, intimate, almost whispered] Lugn now... Rain on the window, boots by the door... One more night in Duskvol. One more lie. One more man to hunt. [Verse 1 – low, tired, close to the mic] I learned this city by the sound of locks, By the cough of smoke and the ticking clocks, By the way men look when they think you’re weak, By the blood in the gutters and the names they leak. I walk these streets with a winter spine, Cold in the hand and a mark to find, One more bastard, one more plea, One more price put down for me. They call me hunter, they call me flame, Crossfire whispered like a curse, a name, But I am only what hunger made, A loaded prayer with a debt unpaid. [Pre-Chorus – gentle rise, emotional restraint] And every coin I drag from the dark Buys a candle, buys a spark, Buys my sister one more day Where the wolves don’t get their way. [Chorus – emotional, strong, melodic] No child of mine will starve tonight, No child of mine will fear the light, I’ll drag the wicked through the rain, I’ll break my hands and bear the stain. No child of mine will bow or crawl, I’ll put blue fire through them all, And if the whole damned city lies, I’ll still stand guard with burning eyes. [Verse 2 – a little harder, darker] There’s Bluecoats smiling with rot in their teeth, Talking soft while they circle beneath, Got a taste for Skovlan girls and boys, Treating hungry children like broken toys. So fan, I watched and I learned their trail, What door they knock and what drink turns stale, What alley hides them, what lamps burn late, What sound a monster makes at a locked front gate. I gave one warning. He laughed it off. Then red mist bloomed where he used to scoff. No badge, no law, no uniform Will keep a devil safe from storm. [Pre-Chorus – more intense, bitter] I am done with kneeling low, Done with begging, done with no, For min syster I still breathe, For her I hunt what stalks beneath. [Chorus – bigger, more wounded, more force] No child of mine will starve tonight, No child of mine will fear the light, I’ll drag the wicked through the rain, I’ll break my hands and bear the stain. No child of mine will bow or crawl, I’ll put blue fire through them all, And if the whole damned city lies, I’ll still stand guard with burning eyes. [Bridge – very intimate, fragile, almost breaking] Linnea, hjärtat, don’t look too long, At the hands that keep you warm. Don’t count the ghosts that walk me home, Don’t ask what name was on the stone. Just read your books and drink your tea, Leave the killing work to me. You smile like spring in iron air, And I remember why I care. [Breakdown – quiet, trembling, then fierce] Helvete... I was young when the war took root, I was young when they handed me the shoot. Now I choose where the judgment lands, Not for kings — for smaller hands. Lugn, min syster... Sleep while I go. There are men in this city Who still need to know— [Final Chorus – largest, raw, emotional, desperate and powerful] No child of mine will starve tonight, No child of mine will fear the light, I’ll hunt the cruel through smoke and rain, I’ll take their gold, I’ll take their name. No child of mine will bow or crawl, I’ll put blue fire through them all, And if they come with guns and lies, They’ll meet the frost behind my eyes. No child of mine— Do you hear me, night? No child of mine— I’ll win that fight. And if I drown in blood and grime, She will still have more than mine. [Outro – soft again, exhausted, loving] Boots by the door. Rifle by the chair. Bread on the table. A book by the fire. That is enough. That is the war. That is why I still come home.
