Matraga

I was fire, I was thunder
Feared by name and stained by pride
Crushed by sin, I went under
Laid to rot, but did not die

Will came the time
When my soul will fly
Will came the hour
Free upon the sky
Will came your time
A never ending try

Raised by hands not meant for war
Fed on prayers, thorns, and dust
I walked the road of no return
With nothing left but rust and trust

Matraga, blood upon the stone
Matraga, marching on alone
Cursed and crowned in desert flame
Matraga, blood upon the stone
Matraga, marching on alone
Calling heaven by my name

I stood among the violent
But chose not to raise my hand
Till justice called defiant
And drew a line across the land

No saint, no sword, no glory
Just a soul that paid its toll
I gave my blood in the story
That redemption had begun to sow

Matraga, blood upon the stone
Matraga, marching on alone
Cursed and crowned in desert flame
Matraga, blood upon the stone
Matraga, marching on alone
Calling heaven by my name

If the gates are made of fire
Let them burn what I have been
Let me pass as man, not liar
Let me end what I begin