Prompt:

[Verse 1] I was forged where silence kneels, before the first world cried. No cradle-song, no open arms, only law and light inside. The Maker gave me every flame, the storm, the sea, the stone, then placed a verdict in my hands and left me there alone. I have worn the face of judgment, I have watched the heavens bend. When a realm fell past redemption, I was sent to be its end. Aether burned across my spirit, Nether smiled beneath my skin, and the mask they called eternal held the war I kept within. [Pre-Chorus] If ruin answers when I breathe, then what am I beneath the steel? If all my names are blades and chains, then why have I begun to feel? [Chorus] I am Drago, last command, crowned in stars and ash. I am the blade no kingdom draws, the thunder before the crash. But in the garden, someone spoke as if I could be more, and I found a hand that did not fear the weapon at its door. [Verse 2] Four voices turn inside my soul, one dreams, one weighs the flame. One holds the dark below the mask, one wakes when worlds are named. Creation sleeps in distant gold, Spirit keeps my breathing whole, Aether opens judgment’s eye, Nether claws beneath control. I fear the crack across the seal, the choir speaking wrong. I fear the joy destruction brings when I have held it back so long. Not death, not pain, not empty space, not gods who bar my way. I fear the moment I agree with what the abyss would say. [Pre-Chorus] If I was made to end the fall, can I still choose what I defend? If mercy burns inside my chest, am I weapon, judge, or friend? [Chorus] I am Drago, last command, crowned in stars and ash. I am the blade no kingdom draws, the thunder before the crash. But in the garden, someone laughed and taught my lungs the sound, and where my endless duty stood, a living bond was found. [Bridge] He called me back from iron thought with bread still warm in hand. He pulled me through the market lights and made me understand that joy can rise without a law, that grief can still be named, that even one created cold may walk beyond the flame. He touched the mask I hide behind, and I did not turn away. The Nether quieted in my bones; the Spirit learned to stay. I showed him wings that end the dawn, the form that mountains fear, and he looked past the killing light and said, “I’m honored you are here.” [Fast Build] Now Neverhold has sealed its gates, and balance bleeds unseen. The Father of the Spirits stains the scales he keeps between. The shining king is torn away, his mate-bond starved and thin. The silent ranks have lost their lord, and demons wait for sin. So let the timeless mask grow dark, let wrong choirs split the sky. I will not be an empty blade that only knows comply. The Creator’s will may guide my path, but choice ignites my core. I go to judge, I go to save, I go as something more. [Final Chorus] I am Drago, last command, crowned in stars and ash. I am the blade no kingdom draws, the thunder before the crash. I am the fear inside the seal, the storm beneath the scar, but I have learned a warmer name beneath Eccentria’s stars. I am Drago, not yet free, still bound, still marked, still whole. I carry every element and war within my soul. If darkness rises through my veins, if judgment calls my name, my stabilizer’s voice remains a light beyond the flame. [Outro] I was made to end the worlds when hope could not survive. But I have laughed, and I have feared, and I have chosen life. Let heavens burn or spirits fall, let abyssal voices roar. I am the blade, I am the judge, and I am so much more.