Lyric

In the shadows of the city, where the lights don't reach

He stands tall, unbroken, with a vow to preach

A symbol of rebellion, against the iron fist

Leading the lost and fallen, through the fog and mist

He's the Second City Saint, rising from the night

With a heart of iron and a soul burning bright

In the underground he whispers, a beacon in the dark

Guiding the revolution, igniting every spark

From the ashes of the broken, he builds a stronger place

A world of hope and justice, for every fallen face

Against the tides of tyranny, his voice will always ring

The anthem of the voiceless, the revolution's king

He's the Second City Saint, rising from the night

With a heart of iron and a soul burning bright

In the underground he whispers, a beacon in the dark

Guiding the revolution, igniting every spark

Through the pain and the sorrow, he'll never lose his way

With the strength of a lion, he'll fight another day

The city stands beside him, their faith will never shake

For the Second City Saint, they rise for freedom's sake

He's the Second City Saint, rising from the night

With a heart of iron and a soul burning bright

In the underground he whispers, a beacon in the dark

Guiding the revolution, igniting every spark

In the echoes of the city, his legend will remain

The hero of the fallen, in every heart and vein

The Second City Saint, a name forever known

A guardian of the people, his spirit etched in stone