Her Heart Will Win

[Verse 1]
Sky split open
Trumpets in the smoke
Pages from the prophets
Flying like crows
Sirens in the distance
Ash on my skin
Every sealed secret
Spilling back in
[Pre-Chorus]
I see the copycat crown
Silver tongue
Poisoned grin
But underneath all that thunder
I hear a whisper cut in
[Chorus]
The Apocalypse is now
But her heart will win
Fire on the hills
Still grace breaks in
Hell throws all its hate
At the Virgin’s thin grin
He already lost the war
Her heart will win
[Verse 2]
Billboards bleeding slogans
Mirrors lying back
Kingdoms built on quicksand
Cracking down the tracks
Shadows selling comfort
Cheap and paper-thin
You can taste his anger
Burning in the wind
[Pre-Chorus]
I feel the tremble and roar
But fear won’t get in
‘Cause over every dark banner
I hear that whisper again
[Chorus]
The Apocalypse is now
But her heart will win
Fire on the hills
Still grace breaks in
Hell throws all its hate
At the Virgin’s thin grin
He already lost the war
Her heart will win
[Bridge]
He rages at the shoreline (hey)
But the tide’s already turned
All his kingdoms of glass
Shatter
Crash
And burn
From a little quiet village
Came a promise on the wind
“After all these storms are over
My heart will win”
[Chorus]
The Apocalypse is now
But her heart will win
Fire on the hills
Still grace breaks in
Hell throws all its hate
At the Virgin’s thin grin
He already lost the war
Her heart will win
[Outro]
Storms fall silent
New light on my skin
Endings are beginnings
Her heart will win

Dark cinematic rock with choirs and orchestral swells; verses ride tense toms, muted distorted guitars, and low strings that build like storm clouds. Chorus explodes with big open chords, soaring mixed choir, and a lead male vocal pushed forward in the mix. Bridge drops to hushed piano and distant choral pads before a final, triumphal reprise with pounding drums and ringing guitars.