[Verse 1 – gentle, intimate]
Ash falls like winter snow,
Covering what we used to know.
Footprints fade in silver light,
We survive another night.
No cheers, no hymns, no victory cries,
Only smoke beneath the sky.
We said we’d fix what faith had torn…
But healing hearts are never born.
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[Pre-Chorus]
In the silence after battle,
When the armor feels too tight—
Who are we without the fighting?
Who are we without the light?
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[Chorus – soft but emotional]
After the bell has finished ringing,
After the echoes drift away,
We’re just tired souls still breathing,
Trying to mean the words we say.
If hope is fragile, let it tremble—
If mercy breaks, let it bend.
We don’t need to be forgiven…
We just need the strength to stand again.
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[Verse 2 – slightly heavier emotion]
A giant staring at the dawn,
Afraid the warmth will turn him stone.
A child of steel learning how to feel,
Asking what makes a heart “real.”
A monk who sees the blood in dreams,
A druid hearing silent screams,
A knight who bears the world’s despair
Still choosing kindness through the fear.
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
The gods may watch from distant thrones,
But we walk this road alone.
Not saints, not myths, not destiny—
Just flawed hearts chasing something free.
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[Chorus – stronger, but still emotional]
After the bell has finished ringing,
After the fire cools to gray,
We’ll carry what we couldn’t save,
And lay it down another day.
If the world calls us its villains,
If the sky refuses grace—
We will keep each other human,
Even in the darkest place.
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[Bridge – near whisper]
If tomorrow comes without a sign,
Without a miracle or design…
Will you still walk beside me then?
Will you still believe we can?
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[Final Chorus – swelling, emotional peak]
After the bell has finished ringing,
After the last prayer fades to air,
We’ll find the pieces still worth keeping
In the wreckage of despair.
We may not fix the broken heavens,
We may not cleanse what came before—
But if we hold on through the silence…
The bell won’t own us anymore.
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[Outro – soft, fading piano + distant bell]
Ash falls like winter snow…
But somewhere underneath it—
Something still grows.
melodymus
