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Trial of the Divine 2 by Kenna

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Trial of the Divine 2

dark orchestral rock,female vocals

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I walked through the fire with a silver-cast stare
My arrows found silence where justice wasn’t there
He wept in my arms, and I called it divine
While Olympus stayed mute at the fracture in time
“You’ll forget,” they warned, and they shattered my trust
Draped in gold robes but corroding with rust
Zeus in his heavens, too high to descend
But I was the huntress—I’d die for a friend
I was mercy with fangs, I was wrath draped in flame
But you dressed up your silence and buried the blame
Hades stood still as the heavens grew pure—
“She feels what the stars were not built to endure.”
This is my trial, this is my vow
I remembered the soul you abandoned somehow
"My truth wouldn’t yield," I screamed through the thunder
Then watched as he shattered like glass torn asunder
But I carry the truth in each breath that I take—
You don’t crown a goddess by watching her break
They say I’m the maiden, the silence, the spark
But I carry the weight of what bleeds in the dark
He didn’t deserve to be cast out again
So I kept his name etched in rhythm and pen
Apollo, my brother, you shine through the pain
But your warmth never reached his perpetual rain
He stood at the gates where no sunlight could creep
And I held him in silence too sacred to speak
If love makes us gods, then you've failed your own test
You forged me from wreckage and dared call it blessed
I'm not some soft savior—I’m truth laced with pain
And I’ll tear down the thrones that still worship your name
This is my trial, this is my vow
I defended the one you'd forgotten somehow
I roared through the stillness, “He tried to transcend!”
But gods only cherish what they don’t have to mend
Still I carry the stars and the storm and the flame—
You don’t test a goddess, then cover her name
Tell me, old tyrant, do you grieve when you fall?
Tell me, sky-lord, have you suffered at all?
Tell me, o Father—when last did you kneel,
And admit to a truth too divine not to feel?
I am the wild, the moonlight, the bow
And I stand with the broken the heavens won’t show
If trials bring ruin disguised as design—
Then I’ll make the judgments and you’ll toe the line.
This is my trial, this is my throne
Forged not from gold, but the pain I’ve outgrown.
He was a soul left to burn in the cold,
While you sat above, unmoved and old.
Let justice be sung and the myths be refined—
For I am not yours— I am the Divine.