HALOES CRACK SO SWEETLY

(Intro) Oh little stars with borrowed light, How brave you look prepared to fight. Seven blades and seven vows, Seven secrets hidden now. I sell no charms, I deal no cure— Just polished truths, precise and pure. Step closer, heroes. Don’t retreat. Confession tastes so bittersweet. (Verse I) Crimson mind with silver stare, Weighing lives like coin and prayer. “One must fall so thousands live,” Such merciful math you gently give. You let them die with steady breath, A sculptor’s touch applied to death. A memory blurred, a choice undone— A tiny shift, and fate is won. “They are not ready,” so you decide. You guard the truth. You edit the tide. (Refrain) Oh how the haloes crack so sweetly, When heroes lie so very neatly. Was it wisdom? Was it fear? Speak up, darling—I’m right here. I don’t punish. I reveal. Tell me… how does honesty feel? (Verse II) Iron roar and bloodshot grin, But hunger lives beneath your skin. Not just battle. Not just fame. You take what glitters all the same. A silver clasp, a merchant’s ring— You call it spoils of conquering. You steal because the taking fills The quiet void your fury kills. Tell me, berserker bold and broad— What are you without a hoard? (Refrain) Oh how the haloes crack so sweetly… (Verse III) Keeper of roots and ancient creed, Yet your pulse quickens at the bleed. You preach of balance, fang and claw— But thrill at every shattered jaw. The forest drinks. You feel it sing. A crimson hymn beneath the spring. Admit it now beneath the leaves— You savor what the wild bereaves. (Refrain) Oh how the haloes crack so sweetly… (Verse IV) Little flame that hates the chain, Freedom first—let kingdoms wane. For one dear soul you’d break the sky, Let cities fall and thousands die. Suspicion coils behind your smile; You test your allies all the while. If truth feels caged or strings appear, You cut the bond before it’s clear. Chaos blooms where trust once grew. Control is what you most undo. (Refrain) Oh how the haloes crack so sweetly… (Verse V) Golden tongue and borrowed scars, How many lives have you called yours? A dragon slain? A lover lost? Which tragic tale tonight’s the cost? You steal their grief, refine the pain, Dress it up in rhyme and refrain. But strip the myth and what remains? A quiet boy with common days. No war. No fire. No glorious fall. Just… nothing epic at all. (Refrain) Oh how the haloes crack so sweetly… (Verse VI) Sacred helm and righteous flame, Tell them of your other name. Once cast out for broken vow, You kneel to darker powers now. Life for strength. Breath for might. Shadow wrapped in holy light. You judge the wicked, blade held high— Yet feed a fiend each time you cry. Tell me, knight so proud and grand— Whose sigil burns upon your hand? Refrain Oh how the haloes crack so sweetly… (Verse VII) Gentle healer, candle-bright, Reading forbidden tomes at night. Ink of grave and whispered bone, Studying death while preaching throne. The law forbids what you pursue— Yet necromantic texts call you. You say it’s knowledge. Harmless art. But rot has roots within the heart. Tell me, priestess robed in white— What will you raise when faith takes flight? (Finale) Oh don’t look wounded—I adore The cracks beneath the myth you wore. Flaws make mortals interesting. Perfection’s such a fragile thing. I only tugged a single thread— And see how quickly trust has bled. Now choose: unite… or turn and rend. Your story bends— But does it end?