Lyric

In moonlit halls she learned the hymns that wrapped the cruelest lies in gold

They crowned her hands with holy light and taught her doubt was mortal sin

Below the choir a wounded wing beat softly through the chapel stones

A lonely angel chained in white still guarded truths the gods had buried

She touched the lock of silver thorns and heard his broken breathing rise

No beast of night no curse of heaven but mercy bound by sacred fear

The scriptures cracked inside her heart as truth outshone the painted stars

And every prayer she could not speak became a blade against the throne

She broke the chains and let one wounded heaven breathe again tonight

With tears like light she chose the truth and would not turn away

If justice means to walk alone then let the stars bear witness

No altar flame no crown of lies could make her bow or fade

She saved the wing they named a sin and damned her for her mercy

Yet in her fall a purer dawn began to fill the sky

And beauty learned to stand unarmed before the sword

The wardens came with mirrored spears and voices cold as winter glass

They called her traitor called him plague and sealed the gates with sacred ash

But when she laid her trembling palm upon his scar of fallen light

The buried air became a song and every chain began to weep

He rose with only half the sky still blazing from his shattered grace

No wrath for her no thirst for kings but sorrow bright as dawnlit snow

Together through the bleeding vault they faced the sanctified abyss

And in his single living wing she found the courage not to kneel

She broke the chains and let one wounded heaven breathe against the storm

With tears like fire she chose the truth and would not turn away

If justice means to lose her name then let the bells remember

No altar stone no holy threat could make her heart grow small

She saved the wing they feared to free and stood inside its shadow

Yet in that shade a cleaner dawn awakened over all

And beauty learned to fight with open hands

I do not flee the cost of love nor wash my hands in borrowed faith

I choose the wound that truth requires and bear it like a star

For what is holy if not this to guard the weak though heaven hates you

To lose the world and keep your soul beneath one faithful wing

Now sing her name the saint who chose the truth above the fear of crowns

The one wing beats against the dark and turns the ruin into dawn

No lie survives her lifted gaze no chain endures his scarlet light

They walk through fire without regret and make the heavens answer

If mercy is rebellion then let every heart rebel tonight

If beauty must be broken first then let it bloom through pain

She lost her place in gilded halls and found a brighter kingdom

One wing still remembers the sky because she refused to kneel