[Intro (Thunder + Choir Chanting Latin-style syllables)]
[(Lightning cracks across the sky. Metal scrapes stone.)]
Kneel…
[(Thunder detonates.)]
Or be struck down.
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[Verse 1 (Rapid, Controlled Rage)]
Armor gleams in the electric night,
Heaven forged her blade in white.
Wings of voltage tear the sky,
Every step is a battle cry.
Lightning veins beneath her skin,
Sanctified violence wrapped in sin.
She doesn’t rage—she executes,
Judgment falls in armored boots.
Each strike splits the storm in two,
Every dodge barely pulls me through.
She calls it order, calls it grace—
But I see fury in her face.
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[Chorus 1 (Massive, Orchestral)]
Thunder crown and halo blade,
Bride of wrath the heavens made.
If this is faith, then let it break—
I won’t bow for heaven’s sake.
Strike me down or watch me rise—
I won’t kneel to borrowed skies.
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[Verse 2 (Heavier, Half-Screamed Lines)]
Spears of light crash through the floor,
Divinity becomes a war.
She moves like scripture come alive,
A holy storm that won’t let me survive.
But every bolt that scars my frame
Feeds the furnace of my flame.
If she’s perfection carved in steel—
Then I’m the flaw that learned to feel.
She screams my fate across the rain,
Calls me puppet, forged in shame.
Yet here I stand in shattered sparks—
Human heart inside the dark.
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[Chorus 2 (Bigger, Choir Exploding)]
Thunder crown and burning wings,
Hear the shattered angel sing.
If I must bleed to prove I’m free—
Then let the storm remember me.
Heaven roars, but I defy—
No god decides the way I die.
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[Bridge (Silence → Sudden Drop)]
[(All instruments cut. Just heartbeat + rain.)]
Am I less…
Because I choose?
[(Lightning strike. Full breakdown slams in.)]
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[Breakdown Section (Crushing, Chanting Backing Vocals)]
No throne above.
No hand unseen.
Your heaven cracks—
I break between.
Strike.
Fall.
Rise.
Again.
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[Final Chorus (Ultimate Cinematic Finish)]
Thunder shatters, halo splits,
Heaven falls in fractured bits.
Bride of lightning, burning bright—
You met your match tonight.
Storm dissolves, the silence screams—
Even gods unravel at the seams.
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[Outro (Soft Choir + Fading Thunder)]
(Rain slows. Armor collapses.)
The sky is quiet now.
Not because it won.
Because it lost.
ShadowSing
