The Apostate's Journey Bardcore

[Musical Intro] [Verse 1] In lands of light when shadows fell, The traitor’s tale we must still tell. He walked the path 'twixt black and white, In battles fought by day and night. But turned from his holy call And thus this angel he did fall [Chorus] Oh, the lost one's tale we must sing, ever trapped within a spiral ring. His grace and fall like echoes sigh, A spirit caught 'twixt earth and sky Forsaken by both cloud and flame The Apostate shall ever be his name [Verse 2] With wings of gold and heart of stone, At Heaven’s gate, he stood alone. No place to hide in endless skies, Between the worlds, his spirit flies. To our world he was exiled And by spirit and man was reviled [Chorus] Oh, the lost one's tale we must sing, ever trapped within a spiral ring. His grace and fall like echoes sigh, A spirit caught 'twixt earth and sky Forsaken by both cloud and flame The Apostate shall ever be his name [Verse 3] For author of lies this angel be Creator of foul blood magics be Forged a blade of fate so sharp, But twisted by his burning heart. Built to strike the mighty ones, It was his pride that made him undone. [Bridge] The wind whispers tales of woe, Of heavens high and hells below. In every light, a shadow cast, His fate to wander, ever vast. [Chorus] So the lost one's tale we must sing, ever trapped within a spiral ring. His grace and fall like echoes sigh, A spirit caught 'twixt earth and sky Forsaken by both cloud and flame The Apostate shall ever be his name [Verse 4] The elders speak of days long past, Of battles fought, of shadows cast. An angel outcast or so they say And the worst blood price he had to pay An angel’s cry, his tale now told, In songs of old, his fate unfolds. [Chorus] Oh, the lost one's tale we must sing, ever trapped within a spiral ring. His grace and fall like echoes sigh, A spirit caught 'twixt earth and sky Forsaken by both cloud and flame The Apostate shall ever be his name [Outro] In lands of light where shadows fade, His silent cry, a wisdom made. Between the realms where he did roam, An angel lost, without a home Now buried deep in tomb long lost For his wicked blade he paid a cost In songs of old, his fate unfolds. [Chorus] Oh, the lost one's tale we must sing, ever trapped within a spiral ring. His grace and fall like echoes sigh, A spirit caught 'twixt earth and sky Forsaken by both cloud and flame The Apostate shall ever be his name [Outro] In lands of light where shadows fade, His silent cry, a wisdom made. Between the realms where he did roam, An angel lost, without a home Now buried deep in tomb long lost For his wicked blade he paid a cost