You called it rage...
I call it purpose.
Blood in the dirt, fire in my chest
Carved by chaos, cursed to unrest
They chained my hands, they sealed my fate
But I was never born to break
I was silence turned to scream
I was shadow turned to flame
Every wound I ever earned
Built the beast they couldn’t tame
I was born for war — not for peace
My soul forged in fire, never to cease
Tear me down, I’ll rise once more
I’m the storm they can't ignore
Cracks in my bones, truth in my pain
Each scar whispers I remain
They prayed I’d fall, they turned away
But I was built to face the blaze
Let them run, let them lie
I'll still stand beneath the sky
Every curse they ever spoke
Fueled the fire I now invoke
I was born for war — forged to fight
No chains hold me in the night
Bleed me dry, I’ll still endure
I am wrath and I am cure
I walk through fire, not to burn
But to become what they must learn
I wear the scars, I bear the roar
I was never less — only more
I was born for war — not to fall
You’ll hear my voice when silence calls
Strike me down, I’ll scream once more
I am the war they can’t ignore
Born in silence.
Forged in pain.
Unleashed in war.