No Heroes Remain

The primal instinct, always lurking
Hidden beneath the fragile skin of civilization
When the walls of order fall, the mask shatters
And the beast within raises its voice

Among ashes and blood
Innocence devoured by chaos
Innocence devoured by chaos

Children on the island, reflections of humanity
Laid bare without chains, without rules, without veils
Fear becomes worship, violence becomes law
Despair becomes a choir
Despair becomes a choir

The monster does not dwell in the forest
Nor the sea, nor the darkness outside
It is born within every gaze
Feeding on anger, hunger, power

It is the primal scream
That tears through the silence of reason
Tears through the silence of reason

Children on the island, reflections of humanity
Laid bare without chains, without rules, without veils
Fear becomes worship, violence becomes law
Despair becomes a choir
Despair becomes a choir

No heroes remain
Only survivors, scarred
Scarred by the ashes of their own brutality
And the question echoes
The question echoes

When the veil of order falls once more
Who will we truly be?
When the veil of order falls once more
Who will we truly be?