I fell through night with no name, no land,
where stars were dead and time could not stand.
I wore my sins like chains of flame,
each step ahead still called my name.
No answers lived inside my faith,
only voices begging me to fade.
But I refused to break or kneel,
because the pain was all I could feel.
A voice inside the dark replied:
“The end is where beginnings hide.”
This is the final prayer in steel!
I scream through every wound I feel!
If gods are sleeping, I wake up war,
with what remains of my burning core.
And when the world falls into flame,
I am the one who still remains!
I watched my memories turn to dust,
every truth collapse to rust.
But in the places torn apart,
something beat like a hardened heart.
I begged no more for mercy or grace,
only strength in the storm’s embrace.
Then darkness answered, cold and wise:
“What you fear most is what will rise.”
I built my faith from what destroyed my soul,
and found that ruin made me whole.
This is the final prayer in steel!
I burn myself free through what I feel!
No force can break what’s already burned,
no fate can stop what has returned.
And when it all begins to crack,
I am the answer carved in black!
I did not ask for salvation…
I became it.
This is the final prayer in steel and blood!
I rise from ashes, I rise from mud!
If the world must die, I’ll die in flame,
but I’ll die as fire, not as shame.
And when the last scream fades to air,
my prayer is still there.
I prayed…
and became the answer.
