“I was not born to judge

I was born to end the wars that never end.”

The sky is torn the silence bleeds

I walk where gods and demons plead

Their golden thrones reduced to rust

I rise from ash to finish what I must

The balance shifts the realm decays

My blade will burn the corrupt away

A thousand wars left nothing whole

So I return to weigh the soul

Not a savior

Not a Plea

Only silence

Only wing

I am the flame that cannot break

The weight you fear the path you take

Bearer of the final truth

I end the old and purge the youth

Look in the fire, see what you were

Your war is gone

Your name a blur

You cry for gods who’ve turned to bone

But I walk through the screams alone

No throne to rule no soul to save

Just cursed remains and shattered graves

These wings are burned yet still they rise

Each feather etched with mortal lies

And every soul that clings to sin

I cut I judge I pull within

I am the flame that cannot die

The scale that breaks beneath the sky

Bearer of the final call

I watch the heavens crack and fall

Look in the ash your war is done

The world is still

And I am one

I am the final breath you feel

The soul unchained the fate made real

I walk the line no god will cross

I balance life through every loss

No light no dark

Only me

Azrael