Lyric

They clothed my shoulders all in white and named me mercy with a sword

A child beneath cathedral snow, I learned to kneel before the law

Yet every vow they pressed in blood upon my hands grew cold and bright

Until my wings became the veil that hid the trembling of my heart

The contract bore a scarlet seal, one life for every life I spared

To keep the kingdom pure, they said, I had to stain my soul alone

I watched the guilty and the kind fall equal to that fatal light

And every name I could not save became a prayer beneath my breath

White wings bound in blood, how softly sorrow burns tonight

No word can hold this grief, no hymn can wash this crimson snow

I carry all the lives they placed between my trembling hands

A knight of holy ruin, beautiful and broken in the dark

If justice asks for all my tears then let the heavens drown in them

I will not turn away though every step becomes a wound

White wings bound in blood still rise

Then came the one whose gentle eyes could see the child beneath the steel

He touched my gauntlet without fear and called my silence by its name

For one brief spring the bells were warm, the world almost forgave itself

Until the altar claimed his breath and left me kneeling in the ash

I heard the contract laugh in chains, demanding one more sacred death

His blood upon my white wing crest turned every prayer to broken glass

That was the hour I learned the law had never once been born of light

And all my grief became a blade too bright for lies to hold

White wings bound in blood, now hear the buried sorrow sing

No throne of grace can bless the pain that blooms beneath this skin

I carry all the love they killed and all the tears they could not see

A knight of mourning fire, faithful only to the truth

If justice means to break their chains then let my hands be scarred again

I will not kneel to holy lies though every heartbeat aches

White wings bound in blood still rise

I cannot name the weight I bear, it lives too deep for speech

But in the wound he left behind a gentler light remains

Not vengeance only, not despair, but something fierce and clear

A love that bleeds and still refuses death

White wings bound in blood, now blaze against the mourning sky

No contract forged in fear can own the soul they tried to chain

I walk with all the nameless dead and all the spring they stole from me

Their tears are stars upon my blade, their voices lift my wings

If beauty must be born from pain then let it shine through every scar

If love must pass through fire then let it rise more bright than dawn

I am the knight they made from grief, the wound that learned to sing

White wings bound in blood, still beautiful, still broken, still alive