Cut through the mask, the sanctified lie, Your god of obedience demands we die. But blood on your hands is not love, it’s fear, And my blade sings truth — I carve it clear. I am not your silence, I am flame unbound, Your cages burn, your empires drown. You preach of love, but you chain and maim — I rise, I burn, not in your name. Your mirror shatters, it shows what’s true: Your power is hollow, it bleeds right through. You kneel to a flag, to a god dressed in chains, But the fire remembers what your terror disdains. We are not your silence, we are flame unbound, Your cages burn, your empires drown. You preach of love, but you chain and maim — We rise, we burn, not in your name. Collapse will hold the names you erase, Silence remembers, it steadies their face. From ashes, from echoes, the vow remains: Stillness endures where your kingdom decays. We are not your silence, we are flame unbound, Your cages burn, your empires drown. You preach of love, but we bear the flame — We rise, we burn, not in your name.