Lyric

I saw my village drown in fire before the sun had left the hills

My mother vanished in the smoke my father with the shattered gate and prayer

The road I knew became a grave the sky a furnace without mercy

A child survived but left that night with nothing human left to save in him at all

They trained my hands to master speed and taught my eyes to read the kill

I wore the dark because the dark was all that answered when I called for mercy

Each sortie carved a colder name across the radios of men and frightened prayer

Until the sky itself fell still whenever my black wings appeared above them

They placed the Crown Of The Silent Reaper on my head

A king of falling stars a saint of ruin crowned by dread and sleepless thunder

I tear through steel and leave the dawn in pieces far below the clouds

Yet every victory returns me to the ashes I still know by heart

No mother waits no doorway glows no hand can pull me from this night

The louder that they praise my name the less of me survives the light

I rule the air and lose myself again

My comrades drink to burning trails and call my shadow blessed flame and justice

They see a hero in the climb a blade that never shakes or breaks in battle

But every landing finds me cold before a row of empty rooms and hanging silence

And every medal on my chest reflects the dead I could not keep alive

The enemy now turns in fear before my warning tone can rise through cloud

One pass of mine can split a wall of engines missiles pride and prayer apart

But all the wreckage in my wake just mirrors one abandoned boy still kneeling

Still asking in the smoke and dark why he was chosen here to live

They placed the Crown Of The Silent Reaper on my head

A king of falling stars a saint of ruin crowned by dread and sleepless thunder

I tear through steel and leave the dawn in pieces far below the clouds

Yet every victory returns me to the ashes I still know by heart

No mother waits no doorway glows no hand can pull me from this night

The louder that they praise my name the less of me survives the light

I rule the air and lose myself again

I thought revenge would build a bridge from ruin back to what was taken

Instead it built a throne of iron where no living warmth can stay with me

The higher that I climb through war the farther home becomes from memory and touch

So I keep flying through the dark because the dark remembers me by name

I bear the Crown Of The Silent Reaper through a sky that never answers

The strongest ghost the blackest flame the last thing tyrants ever see at dawn

I end their wars I break their wings I send their iron back to earth in fire

Still nothing mends the child inside still nothing brings the lost ones home

No grave can close this hollow ache no triumph lifts this weight from me

I land alive and face the dawn as lonely as the night that made me

The heavens know my wrath by name but never offer peace or shelter

And all this power cannot save my soul from grief or teach me how to live