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Rains of Mercy

[Intro - Instrumental] [Verse 1] Hard land, thin soil, hungry eyes Gray wind cuts through whispered lies I wear my crown of wolf and frost Count the kin we almost lost No feast here, no easy bread Only stones and prayers unsaid So I bend my iron pride To call the rain from stormcrow’s side [Verse 2] Fields lie cracked, the wells run dry Children stare at empty sky I hear the elders mock “mercy” Yet cold hearts still bleed in me Gnosis spent—no grand display Just a debt I choose to pay Not for praise, not for song For the kin that must live on [Pre-Chorus] Stormcrow, hear my vow tonight Turn harsh dust to living sight Let the clouds come close and fall Feed the weak, and spare us all [Chorus] Let it pour, let it pour Rains of mercy, evermore Not a storm—no thunder bite Just a veil of blessèd night From my steps, the valleys drink From my silence, drought will sink Shadow Lord, but mercy-born Rains of mercy till the morn [Verse 3] By day’s end, the dark clouds gather Soft as fur, yet fierce as father Fifteen minutes’ walk, it spreads Round the place my spirit treads Heavy downpour, steady, deep Washing rust from roots that weep And in every trembling grain I hear Gaia speak my name [Bridge] I am not a gentle king I am winter’s starving wing But even wolves must spare the herd Or nothing lives to heed the word So judge me by the empty bowl And how I filled it—whole by whole Steel in law, but hands that mend Rain is how the Lords defend [Guitar Solo - Instrumental] [Pre-Chorus] Stormcrow, hear my vow tonight Turn harsh dust to living sight Let the clouds come close and fall Feed the weak, and spare us all [Chorus] Let it pour, let it pour (POUR!) Rains of mercy, evermore Not a storm—no thunder bite Just a veil of blessèd night From my steps, the valleys drink From my silence, drought will sink Shadow Lord, but mercy-born Rains of mercy till the morn [Chorus] Let it pour, let it pour (POUR!) Rains of mercy, evermore Not a storm—no thunder bite Just a veil of blessèd night From my steps, the valleys drink From my silence, drought will sink Shadow Lord, but mercy-born Rains of mercy till the morn [Outro] When the harsh land begs for grace I call the rain, I hold my place Rains of mercy, cold and kind Leave no kinfolk left behind