Lyric

In a kingdom carved from candlelight

Two fragile souls were born of night

A boy who held a spark like dawn

A girl, the lullaby he leaned upon

When warstorms roared like hungry seas

He offered up his flame to keep her peace

Through iron rain and thundered skies

He chased a ghost of paradise

Every step he took, a petal fell—

Bloomed in crimson where his shadow dwelled

For her small smile he crossed the line

Trading his youth for time divine

He crowned himself with the winter’s roar

Returned as victor—yet nothing more

His homeland lay like a burnt-out star

A lullaby lost to a distant war

The girl he swore the world to save

Had faded like ink in a flooded page

His cry broke open heaven’s seam

A shattered echo of a forsaken dream

From ruins where the silence bled

Came a figure dressed in the tears he shed

A girl whose heart was a hollow drum—

Echo of all the deaths to come

Her family drowned in the boy’s red tide

A mirrored fate he couldn’t hide

She raised a blade like a falling moon

Carrying sorrow’s ancient rune

Two constellations doomed to meet

Drawn by the threads of a cursed heartbeat

One born of fire, one born of rain—

Both fashioned gently from fractured pain

She pierced the past with trembling grace

A requiem carved across his face

He fell like dusk where daylight dies

Finally seeing through her eyes

For every victory, someone breaks—

For every peace, a heart still aches

And in their fall, the truth took wing:

War is a circle with no ending