Lyric

From a throne where the thunder is sewn into night

I rose where the heavens had withered from light

Feathers fell silent, their hallelujahs undone

One by one, one by one

A kingdom of ruin, a choir turned to cries

The last little angel still locked in the skies

An error, a splinter in fate’s grand design

A crack in the code of the holy divine

Worlds go wrong when mercy stays

Hope decays in gentle ways

So I carved truth from the haze—

Through the blaze, through the blaze

If healing this world means becoming the scar

I’ll swallow the dark, I’ll extinguish the star

Call me your villain, your end, your fall—

I’ll be the god that corrects it all

Heroes may gather with halos of lies

But order is born when illusion dies

If evil’s the name that history calls—

Then I am the hand that rebuilds your walls

They march with their justice, brittle and bright

But justice is fragile in infinite night

They swing at the storm, they pray at the flame

But none of them dare take the blame

I’ve seen every timeline shatter and spin

Every soft-hearted virtue collapsing within

So I chose the sin that saves in the end—

The wound that the world couldn’t mend

That angel you mourn is the flaw in the frame

A pulse that distorts every law, every name

To cure the disease of a cosmos gone wild

I must kill the miracle child

So stand in my path with your trembling light

I’ll cut through your hope for the sake of what’s right

Not for the crown, nor the fear, nor the throne—

But to make this broken world whole

Let heaven resent me, let legends fall

Let mercy be ash on the wind’s last call

If peace must be born from the end of it all—

Then I will be god…

Or nothing at all