Lyric

They dressed her in a crown of thorns and veils of mourning gold

The bells declared her sacred fate to end the ancient war in blood

A kingdom built on offered brides had fed the gods for centuries

Yet in her heart a hidden flame refused to bow or die in chains

At midnight in the crimson vault she heard forbidden wings below

The Dawn Phoenix burned beneath the seal and called her by her name

They chose you for a living grave but you were born to rise and reign

So when the red eclipse was crowned she broke the altar chain

Burn, O bride of ruin, burn through every holy lie tonight for all to hear

Rise, dawn phoenix, rise and paint the mourning sky with fire once more

No more the lamb upon the stone, no more the price of borrowed peace

She wears the ash, she bears the grief, she turns the curse to light

Let every broken kingdom sing, let every buried heart awake now

The bride they sent to die returns the dawn to all again

The armies of the gilded gods came down in silver rain and thunder

They laughed to see the bridal white now stained with battle flame

But every feather from her wings became a blazing vow of war

And every cry the phoenix gave made tyrants kneel in fear below

She crossed the shattered temple roofs where sisters once had prayed

And saw the names of countless brides engraved beneath the snow

Then all the tears she could not shed became a storm of dawn

And in that light the chains of ages cracked like frozen glass at last

Burn, O bride of ruin, burn through every holy lie tonight for all to hear

Rise, dawn phoenix, rise and split the judgment sky with fire once more

No more the lamb upon the stone, no more the price of borrowed peace

She wears the ash, she bears the grief, she turns the curse to light

Let every broken kingdom sing, let every buried heart awake now

The bride they sent to die returns as dawn for all again

If love must walk through sacrificial fire to make the heavens hear

Then let my name be lost in flame if others greet the dawn

I was not born to feed the throne but to break it wide

Burn, O bride of ruin, burn, the night itself is breaking open wide

Rise, dawn phoenix, rise, and crown the wounded world with morning fire forever

No more the lamb upon the stone, no more the chain around our throats

She takes the grief of every bride and lifts it like a sword

The gods who fed on tears now fall, the silent altars drown in flame

From tragic vows to blazing wings she tears a future from the dark

The bride of ruin becomes the dawn, and all the world sings on