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Through Patches of Violet 2 by стас

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Through Patches of Violet 2

Metal,Any Vocals

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Lyrics
Description
[Intro]
Dark skies rend, the violet bleeds,
Rusted chains scream, iron rain feeds.
Black maw yawns where the skyline cracks,
Shards of violet glass cut my tracks.
[Verse 1]
Fist to the throat of a hollow dawn,
Claw, crash, cinder — the old gods gone.
Coal and bone under moonlit grit,
I strike the spark, the anvil spit.
[Pre-Chorus]
Beneath the violet, I spit and stand,
A bloodbound hand on a broken brand.
No bow, no plea — just teeth and fight,
Snap the dark, carve back the light.
[Chorus]
Patch the sky with violet — I break the night.
Patch the sky with violet — I break the night.
[Verse 2] (staccato)
Shards. Bite. Bleed.
Rift. Rise. Feed.
Iron-born, grit-gripped, battle-bled.
Sigil black, crown of lead.
[Pre-Chorus]
Beneath the violet, I spit and stand,
A bloodbound hand on a broken brand.
No bow, no plea — just teeth and fight,
Snap the dark, carve back the light.
[Chorus]
Patch the sky with violet — I break the night.
Patch the sky with violet — I break the night.
[Bridge] (narrative twist)
I burned the sigil off my palm to pry the gate,
Lost a thumb, gained a name in the spitting grate.
They called it martyr; I called it the price —
I claimed a crown of rust and sliced out vice.
A cost paid in iron, a tally in scars,
I wear the crown, I count the mars.
[Breakdown] (short, percussive)
Iron rain. Iron rain.
Grind the bone. Grind the pain.
Shards sing — violet glass,
Crash the sky, break the mast.
[Spoken Growl] (low, brutal, one line)
HOLLOWED, I CARVE THE SKY WITH BLOOD AND BONE.
[Final Chorus] (anthemic, repeated)
Patch the sky with violet — I break the night.
Patch the sky with violet — I break the night.
Patch the sky with violet — I break the night.
[Outro]
Through patches of violet the dawn is torn,
Iron-born, blood-bright — a new crown worn.
Rust and rage and shards that bite,
I stitch the wound and hold the night.