In the twilight of a dying flame,
Whispers call me by my name.
Scattered embers on the coldest ground,
Lost in silence, lost, unbound.
Through the ruins, through the night,
Fallen wings embrace the blight.
A hollow breath, a shattered past,
Buried deep but built to last.
Ashes dance where sorrow sleeps,
Through the void, my shadow weeps.
Yet within the cinders" glow,
A fate unknown begins to grow.
From the dust, from the grave,
I rise anew, the storm enslaved.
Through the fire, through the pain,
Born again in endless flame.
Crimson skies, the dawn betrayed,
Echoes of the ghosts I made.
Still I wander, torn and weak,
Yet the light within me speaks.
Ashes dance where sorrow sleeps,
Through the void, my shadow weeps.
Yet within the cinders" glow,
A fate unknown begins to grow.
From the dust, from the grave,
I rise anew, the storm enslaved.
Through the fire, through the pain,
Born again in endless flame.
Through the ruins, I remain,
Bound to sorrow, bound to flame.
Will I burn or will I soar?
Or fade away forevermore?
From the dust, from the grave,
I rise anew, the storm enslaved.
Through the fire, through the pain,
Born again in endless flame.
Cinders whisper, shadows call,
Yet from the dark, I rise through all...