Lyric

When the judgement altar tore the wounded heavens open wide

Another city vanished beneath pillars of merciless holy fire

A heretic saint stood where the mourning bells condemned her

Her iron hammer waited beside prayers no god would hear

The high priests named the slaughter sacred law beyond question

They bound her hands and called compassion treason against heaven

She broke the silver chains with one thunderous rising cry

Then swore no throne would burn another mortal home again

Iron saint, raise the hammer against the judgement throne

Break the holy scaffold before another city turns to ash

Let the heavens call me faithless, let their lightning find me

Every blow will carry voices buried under sacred flame

I will tear their merciless decree from the bleeding sky

For every child condemned while distant gods ignored their cries

Iron saint, strike until the gates of judgement fall

Through the ruined capital she faced the golden armored host

Their radiant spears fell hard like winter stars around her

She answered every wound with earthborn iron thunder

Then climbed the altar steps beneath the burning choir

The eldest god appeared behind a crown of blinding law

He offered her forgiveness beneath the execution blade

She saw the nameless dead reflected in his armor

Then mercy hardened into wrath within her raised hammer

Iron saint, bring the altar down beneath the blackened storm

Crush the hands of heaven before their sentence reaches earth

Let the faithful turn away and curse my name

Every scar will be a scripture no immortal can erase

I will break the golden chain between obedience and fear

For every soul they silenced beneath their holy judgement

Iron saint, strike until the gates of judgement fall

I once believed the gods could never turn from mercy

I once believed their light would shelter every fragile life

But holiness without compassion wears the face of darkness

So I will bear their hatred and defend the world

Iron saint, behold the heretic ascending through sacred thunder

Through the fire and angels, her shattered armor burns

The judgement throne collapses beneath her final hammer strike

Every city marked for death awakens into morning

She bleeds, but still she rises through the falling light

She breaks, but still she stands before the silent gods

No crown can call it justice while the innocent burn

Raise the bells, awaken earth, let every kingdom answer

The saint they cast away became the shield of mortals

Iron saint, strike until compassion claims the throne