Ashes of the Immortal

Ash in my hands,

ash in my mouth I

cross your gate with a ruined name I carried my home in

a linen cloth Grey on my skin where the children slept The

smoke still lives in the cut of my throat Their prayers went

cold when the heavens kept No crown to seek,

no star to claim No borrowed light for my empty hands I

came to the world that rejects my kind With grief like iron

and blood like sand

Let your gold halls hear my

step Let your saints look down and see I was not made

for your mercy I was made for memory I am coming with

the ashes

I am coming for the ones above

Not for magic, not for glory I have learned

the weight of love If the sky must split to answer If

your perfect kingdom falls

I will

make the gods remember Mortal hands can break them all My enemy

rides in the cold

beside me Steel in his jaw,

storm in his eyes I dream of the hour I could end

him I wake to the truth that he keeps me alive His

silence burns hotter than hatred His scars read close to my own

I do not know if I need his hand Or only a

witness when I turn to stone If I save this world,

it will know my cost If I burn it down,

let it name my loss I have loved enough to become a

blade I have wept enough to be unafraid

I am coming with the ashes I am coming for

the ones above

Not for mercy, not for pardon Only for the dead I love

If I save the

world, it scars me If I fail,

I take your throne I

will make the gods bleed with me Till the immortal learn our

bones

Ash in my hands Fire in

my name