作词 : Motet Duke
作曲 : Motet Duke
In the shadows of the city, where the lights don't reach
He stands tall, unbroken, with a vow to preach
A symbol of rebellion, against the iron fist
Leading the lost and fallen, through the fog and mist
He's the Second City Saint, rising from the night
With a heart of iron and a soul burning bright
In the underground he whispers, a beacon in the dark
Guiding the revolution, igniting every spark
From the ashes of the broken, he builds a stronger place
A world of hope and justice, for every fallen face
Against the tides of tyranny, his voice will always ring
The anthem of the voiceless, the revolution's king
He's the Second City Saint, rising from the night
With a heart of iron and a soul burning bright
In the underground he whispers, a beacon in the dark
Guiding the revolution, igniting every spark
Through the pain and the sorrow, he'll never lose his way
With the strength of a lion, he'll fight another day
The city stands beside him, their faith will never shake
For the Second City Saint, they rise for freedom's sake
He's the Second City Saint, rising from the night
With a heart of iron and a soul burning bright
In the underground he whispers, a beacon in the dark
Guiding the revolution, igniting every spark
In the echoes of the city, his legend will remain
The hero of the fallen, in every heart and vein
The Second City Saint, a name forever known
A guardian of the people, his spirit etched in stone
作词 : Motet Duke
作曲 : Motet Duke
In the shadows of the city, where the lights don't reach
He stands tall, unbroken, with a vow to preach
A symbol of rebellion, against the iron fist
Leading the lost and fallen, through the fog and mist
He's the Second City Saint, rising from the night
With a heart of iron and a soul burning bright
In the underground he whispers, a beacon in the dark
Guiding the revolution, igniting every spark
From the ashes of the broken, he builds a stronger place
A world of hope and justice, for every fallen face
Against the tides of tyranny, his voice will always ring
The anthem of the voiceless, the revolution's king
He's the Second City Saint, rising from the night
With a heart of iron and a soul burning bright
In the underground he whispers, a beacon in the dark
Guiding the revolution, igniting every spark
Through the pain and the sorrow, he'll never lose his way
With the strength of a lion, he'll fight another day
The city stands beside him, their faith will never shake
For the Second City Saint, they rise for freedom's sake
He's the Second City Saint, rising from the night
With a heart of iron and a soul burning bright
In the underground he whispers, a beacon in the dark
Guiding the revolution, igniting every spark
In the echoes of the city, his legend will remain
The hero of the fallen, in every heart and vein
The Second City Saint, a name forever known
A guardian of the people, his spirit etched in stone