[Verse 1] We were raised where the cold walls bite, Under iron prayers and candlelight, Little hands taught how to steal and run, No mother’s grace, no rising sun. Six Towers watched with a hollow stare, Dust in our lungs and frost in our hair, She called it shelter, she called it home, But we were caged in blood and stone. [Pre-Chorus] And when her voice finally died, We climbed from the dark she kept inside, No chains, no mercy, no saving hand, Just the ruined city and our last command. [Chorus] We are the Night Crows, born from the grief, Black-winged children with nothing beneath, From broken rafters and shattered vows, We carve our names into these walls now. We are the hush before the glass breaks, We are the cut that the silence makes, From the dead old stage to the blackened stones, The Night Crows rise. The Night Crows come home. [Verse 2] In the Roost where the old masks rot, We built our kingdom from what they forgot, Velvet dust and a thief’s thin prayer, Ghosts in the curtains, smoke in the air. We learned the shape of the rooftop rain, The weight of hunger, the taste of pain, Each secret door, each locked-up sin, Each gilded house we could still get in. [Pre-Chorus] No saints will mourn what we became, No choir will wash away our name, But in the dark where the lost ones crawl, We found each other. We took it all. [Chorus] We are the Night Crows, born from the grief, Black-winged children with nothing beneath, From broken rafters and shattered vows, We carve our names into these walls now. We are the hush before the glass breaks, We are the cut that the silence makes, From the dead old stage to the blackened stones, The Night Crows rise. The Night Crows come home. [Bridge] Hear the city groan beneath our feet, Hear the lightning hum in the choking street, We were the orphans no dawn would claim, Now even shadows remember our name. Paint the mark where the cold bricks bleed, Crow sign burning like a whispered creed, If Doskvol hungers, then let it feed, We have become what the night must breed. [Breakdown] No kings. No masters. No mercy left to borrow. Only the climb— Only the dark— Only the wings of tomorrow. [Final Chorus] We are the Night Crows, fierce and undone, Children of ruin that still haven’t run, From hidden heights where the old songs drown, We wear the dark like a stolen crown. We are the whisper in lock and chain, We are the storm in the windowpane, From the dead old stage to the blackened stones, The Night Crows rise. The Night Crows come home. [Outro] So write it in soot, Write it in rain, Write it where the lost blood dries— When the city forgets The names of the weak, The Night Crows still survive.
