The Bell Before the Breaking

Lyrics

[Intro] Attention, every halo in the upper blue, A velvet curtain falls; the signal's coming through. No throne is safe when broken bells begin to ring, Tonight the underworld remembers who can sing. [Verse 1] I wear the crown they forged from every closed door, Count every scar like a debt on the floor. You drew a line through the clouds and called it law, I learned to smile while I sharpened every flaw. Your choirs preach mercy from a spotless height, But mercy never visited our side of the night. So send your shining armies, let the trumpets cry— I built my kingdom where your fallen banners lie. [Pre-Chorus] Raise the gates, dim the sun, Let the judgment come undone. If you want a war above, I'll return what you call love. [Chorus] I am the bell before the breaking dawn, The name you buried still marching on. I am the debt beneath your golden floor, The locked-out legion at Heaven's door. You made the wound, you wrote the blame, Now every spark remembers your name. When your perfect towers start to fall, You'll hear my voice beneath them all. [Verse 2] I don't need wings to make the firmament shake, I turn old sermons into promises you break. Every discarded soul is a match in my hand, Every lie you blessed is a marching band. You call us monsters so your mirrors stay clean, But I know exactly what your silence means. No, I won't kneel for a kingdom built on fear— I'll make the highest throne feel every exile near. [Bridge] Open the gates, let the verdict descend, This is not revenge; it's the bill at the end. No more borrowed halos, no more sacred disguise, We rise from the ashes you left in our eyes. [Final Chorus] I am the bell before the breaking dawn, The name you buried still marching on. I am the debt beneath your golden floor, The locked-out legion at Heaven's door. You made the wound, you wrote the blame, Now every spark remembers your name. When your perfect towers start to fall, You'll hear my voice beneath them all. [Outro] Keep your gates, keep your light, We have learned to rule the night. When the last white banner curls, We will own the broken world.