Last of the Blood
Born from shadow, raised on stone,
Last of a name he carries alone.
They gave him a mask before he could speak,
Told him a Commander doesn't get to be weak.
Violet eyes that burn in the dark,
Watching the fortress, counting each spark.
He walks through the ranks like judgment made flesh,
Discipline sharpened, no room left for rest.
Can you hear the silence he keeps,
Locked behind duty, buried too deep?
There's a war in his chest he'll never confess,
And a name on his shoulders he can't put to rest.
He is the last of the blood,
The mask, the mercy,
the flood. He'll burn the world to keep them whole,
Never once show you his soul.
Violet fire, obsidian steel,
He was never taught how to feel.
But watch his hands when the shadows fall— He'd give everything,
he'd give it all.
There's a girl with fire he shouldn't want,
A warmth he wasn't built to confront.
He trained her hands,
he guarded her sleep,
Told himself duty was all he could keep.
But something in her voice unlocks a door,
He didn't know was closed anymore.
He'll never say it,
he'll never show, But some things burn even beneath the snow.
Can you feel
the weight that he bears,
Every soul that becomes his to spare?
There's a war in his chest he'll never confess,
And a name on his shoulders he can't put to rest.
He doesn't say her name out loud,
He doesn't let his guard come down.
But when the fortress sleeps and the fires die,
He stands alone beneath a violet sky. (ahhhh)
Last of the Ravencroft,
first to bleed, He'll carry them all through whatever they need.
No crown, no crest,
no easy way out— Just a Commander who never learned to shout.
He is the last of the blood,
The mask, the mercy,
the flood.
He'll burn the world to keep them whole,
Never once show you his soul.
Violet fire, obsidian steel,
He was never taught how to feel.
But watch his hands when the shadows fall— He'd give everything,
he'd give it all.
He'd give everything, he'd give it all.
Last of the blood,
first through the door...
He'll stand at the edge,
and he won't say more.