Verse 1
Black feathers rain like ancient sins,
From ruined skies where faith begins.
I fell when stars forgot my name,
While whispers carved me out of flame.
Seraphim watched with marble eyes,
Their whispers cold as sacrifice.
My halo split — a dying sun,
The fall began, the war was won.
Pre-Chorus
I begged the gods carved out of stone,
Their whispers answered — cold and old.
So I swore my soul to endless night,
And crowned my fear with shadowed light.
Chorus
I’m a dark angel on a broken throne,
Born of ash, forever alone.
Half divine, half cursed breath,
A myth stitched into living death.
No heaven calls, no mercy stands,
Just shadow wings and ancient lands.
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Verse 2
Eyes of fire, blood of gold,
Cursed by whispers priests never told.
I walked with Hades, kissed the void,
Where whispers wept and hope was destroyed.
Angels rot in ivory halls,
Their whispers bleed through Eden’s walls.
Gods decay, their thrones erased,
Time devours the divine and chaste.
Pre-Chorus
If love’s a crime, then let me burn,
I crossed the gate — no return.
Their whispers wrote my holy lies,
And fed my name to starving skies.
Chorus
I’m a dark angel on a broken throne,
Born of ash, forever alone.
Half divine, half cursed breath,
A myth stitched into living death.
No heaven calls, no mercy stands,
Just shadow wings and ancient lands.
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Verse 3
I hear the whispers of fallen hymns,
Sung by tongues with silver sins.
Lucifer’s crown in shattered dust,
Olympus drowned in blood and rust.
The Fates still whisper as they weave,
Laughing softly — deceive, deceive.
I am the scar in prophecy,
The angel gods were scared to be.
Pre-Chorus 3
I was chosen, then erased,
By whispered laws time can’t replace.
So I carved my name in endless night,
And learned to rule without the light.
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Bridge (Mythic Invocation)
Call me omen.
Call me curse.
I hear the whispers of the universe.
I drank from Lethe, burned in Styx,
Immortal wound — eternal fix.
I do not kneel.
I do not fade.
I am the god the whispers made.
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Breakdown (Ritual / Gothic)
Whispers crawl beneath my skin,
Naming every ancient sin.
No cross.
No crown.
No holy sound.
Just whispered drums beneath the ground.
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Final Chorus
I’m a dark angel, born of lore,
A whispered war, a cosmic scar.
Shadow carved into my skin,
Where gods end and myths begin.
If heaven burns, I will rise,
A whispered nightmare in the skies.
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Extended Outro
Pray for me — the whispers know.
They followed me where gods won’t go.
When temples fall and legends bleed,
Remember me — the whispered creed.
Wings of shadow.
Crown of night.
I was never meant for the light.
