Blood Older Than Lies

Blood older than lies… calls my name through the night… My forefathers rose… in the silver light… Before the corruption… before the fall… I heard their voices… I will answer the call… Down where the dead refuse to stay We carved our path through bone and clay A violet fire… a deathbound king And fear itself in everything I was raised in blood and flame To serve a god that feeds on pain But deep inside… beneath the scars Old voices stirred… older than wars I broke their line, I took the blow Steel and bone, strike for strike below Claws tore deep, I felt them bite Still I roared… still I would fight A crown of death… then shattered lies The tyrant fell before my eyes But when it broke, the swarm came fast And tore me down… at last… at last… I felt the cold… then burning chains A world of screams, of endless pain No sky above, no ground below Only war that cannot slow Blades forever, flesh undone No victory here… no rising sun A voice like iron claimed my breath “This is your god… this endless death…” Blood older than lies… fading in the night… But in the roar… a fragile spark A doubt that lived within the dark Not all was rage… not all was war Something called me… from before Then through the red… a crescent burned A silver path the fire could not turn Cold and pure… it cut the lies And reached for me beyond the skies I saw a fire… a quiet flame An old man there… who knew my name “Before the lies… before the fall… You were not bound to this at all…” The silver seized what war would claim Tore me free from blood and flame Breath returned… the dark denied I rose again… not as I died Blood older than lies… burns in my veins tonight… My forefathers rise… in the silver light… Before the corruption… before the fall… I hear their voices… I answer the call…