Made a Monster, Born a God
In the depths where shadows sigh,
Behind cold bars where echoes cry,
They cast us down, called us sin,
Feared the power deep within.
Flickering torches, rusted chains,
Walls that hum with silent names,
Once outcast, but not undone
From darkness still, we call the sun.
They cursed our hands, they feared our sight,
Branded wrong for wielding light,
Yet through the stone, through the pain,
We rise, unbound, unchained again.
The wind still listens, the earth still knows,
Our voices rise where wild fire glows.
And though they buried us in night,
Even here, we burn bright.
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