They say your name in a shaking breath
Stories sharpened on the edge of threat
Every cradle song warned of you
Like a storm that never fully blew
You walk the border of blood and grace
Halo cracked across your warpaint face
You can turn a nightmare into ash
Or pull its teeth and let it pass
Are you a weapon or a blessing?
Are you the wound or the healing hand?
Born from the echo of a question
Torn between heaven and the damned
You are the fire that ends the fear
You are the name that devils dread
But when the darkness starts to disappear
What's left of you
When all of them are dead?
You feel the hunger in your bones at night
Every shadow looks like a chance to fight
You could split the sky with a single word
Or stay silent and still burn the world
You taste thunder when you bite your tongue
Carry futures like a loaded gun
If you choose mercy
Do you stay divine
Or fall like embers from your father's line?
Are you a weapon or a blessing?
Are you the wound or the healing hand?
Born from the echo of a question
Torn between heaven and the damned
You are the fire that ends the fear
You are the name that devils dread
But when the darkness starts to disappear
What's left of you
When all of them are dead?
Rip out your title
Throw down the throne
If you're a legend
Then write it in your own bones
(Oh, oh)
You're not their monster
You're not their crown
You choose which kingdom
You burn to the ground
You are a weapon and a blessing
You are the wound and the healing hand
More than the echo of a question
More than the verdict of the damned
You are the fire that ends the fear
You are the name they'll never bend
And when the darkness finally disappears
You'll still be here
You'll still be here
Not just a myth that demons dread