MebiusCrimson - The Coming Days of Battle

The Coming Days of Battle
(Verse)
He dreamed of glory, young and brave,
A hero's path, a soul to save.
With sword in hand, he fought for right,
But the blood on the ground stole the light.
(Chorus)
For the enlightened, there’s no room for prayer,
No war for a throne (if you're aware!).
The Holy Grail calls as steel tears flesh,
Magic burns, leaving hearts enmeshed.
(Verse)
Each battle taught him: dreams deceive,
A hero’s path hides what it weaves.
The prize ahead, a cruel facade,
Paid with lives lost in the fog.
(Chorus)
For the enlightened, there’s no room for prayer,
No war for a throne (if you're aware!).
The Holy Grail calls as steel tears flesh,
Magic burns, leaving hearts enmeshed.
(Bridge)
The victor’s throne feels cold and bare,
The cost of wishes lingers in the air.
Voices of the fallen whisper through the night,
“Is this the hero’s shining light?”
(Chorus)
For the enlightened, there’s no room for prayer,
No war for a throne (if you're aware!).
The Holy Grail calls as steel tears flesh,
Magic burns, leaving hearts enmeshed.
(Finale)
Now he knows: a hero’s role
Is etched in shadows, taking its toll.
The Holy Grail burns cold, a hollow prize,
And his dream is but a scar that never dies.