1. PROVE THEM WRONG

The harbingers speak with tongues of rust
Their words decay their truths combust
Through specters’ grasp through time’s decay
We forge the dawn from night’s dismay
The gallows creak with dreams unspun
Yet stars are born in the death of suns
Through heavens torn and rivers dry
We paint the sky with the blood of why

Their arrows fall like fractured light
Yet broken beams ignite the night
A blackened rose in cursed soil
Now blooms anew through endless toil
Let oceans rise and mountains wail
Our spirits rise no strength can pale
A chorus sung where none belong
To silence the void and prove them wrong