Blitzkrieg of the Soul

For forty years I held the line and just defended the wall. Then I stopped waiting and went on the offensive against my own pain. It was the moment healing stopped being something I endured and became something I did.

For forty years I held the line, a sentry on the wall
A quiet, honorable design, awaiting my own fall
I fought the battles, paid the cost, in a war I couldn't name
A thousand little holocausts, a slow and endless flame
But the maps were wrong, the plans were lies, a war I couldn't win
Just the silence in my allies' eyes, and the monster deep within

But the King is on his throne tonight!
He's seen a new and blinding light!
The truce is over! The wait is done!
The final, total war's begun!

This is the Blitzkrieg of the Soul!
A Panzer rolling out of control!
A thousand cannons start to sing!
The final fury of the King!
I'm burning through the years of pain!
A cleansing fire, a metal rain!
No slow retreat, no holding ground!
I'm burning this whole world down
To build a new one from the sound!

The old gods speak of patience, grace, the wisdom of the slow
But there's a terror in this place that they will never know
The steady drain, the quiet ache, the slow and septic bleed
The thousand little cuts that make a soul forget its need
I will not die a noble death, a story to be told
I'll take it with my final breath, a kingdom to the bold!

The King is on his throne tonight!
He's seen a new and blinding light!
The truce is over! The wait is done!
The final, total war's begun!

The engine screams, a final roar
I'm breaking down the last damn door
No mercy for the ghosts inside
There's nowhere left for them to hide!

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