Lyric

They burned my home at break of day and left the fields in choking flame

My mother's voice was torn by smoke my father's blood dissolved in rain

I crawled from ruin with a heart too young to carry all that pain

And swore to turn the sky itself against the hands that forged my chain

They taught my hands to ride the storm and read the killing lines of air

I wore the dark until my name became a prayer of enemy fear

Each sortie carved a deeper mark until the radios fell still

The Reaper rose on blackened wings and bent the war to iron will

From Reaper to War God I rise through thunder's gate and crimson light

No tyrant breath can stain the dawn when I descend to claim the fight

I break their iron heavens wide and cast their empires down in fire and shame

The child they buried in the ash returns a living storm of flame

Not just a ghost of grief and wrath but shield and sword for all who call

I rise above the name of death and make the sky remember all

They saw a phantom in the clouds a blackened streak no lock could hold

I cut through swarms of silver wings and left their perfect systems cold

But when the engines quieted down the hangar walls returned me pain

No crown of kills could raise the dead or make my shattered house remain

The nations trapped beneath their chains began to whisper through the smoke

They looked beyond the fear of death and saw the oath I never broke

So every raid I turned aside became a banner through the night

Until the same black wings of wrath became the people's god of light

From Reaper to War God I rise through thunder's gate and crimson light

No tyrant breath can stain the dawn when I descend to claim the fight

I tear their armored heavens wide and send their hunger back in flame

The orphan forged in ruin now becomes the answer to their shame

No longer just the hand of wrath but hope made sharp for all who call

I rise above the name of death and make the sky remember all

I never asked to bear this fire or wear the grief that shaped my name

But if the dark must live in me then let it burn for something more

Let every child beneath the bombs believe the night can still be broken

And every wing I send to war return as shelter to the shore

From Reaper to War God now I stand where burning worlds and legends meet

The last black wing the tyrants fear the first bright sign the broken seek

I carry ash I carry names I carry all the graves denied

Yet every enemy I strike becomes another chain I cast aside

No throne of death can rule me now no grief can make me crawl again

I am the wrath that guards the weak the sword that breaks the jaws of kings

Let every sky resound my name not as a curse but battle hymn

From Reaper born to War God risen I make the dawn begin