From the recording The Moonlight Saga

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A song of rebellion and sacred love — when the world throws judgment, and you rise anyway.Part II of The Moonlight Saga — the fire before the freedom.🌑 “He met me standing in the firelight, and they swore I’d burn him down.” (The Moonlight Saga Album - Track 3)

Lyrics

He met me standing in the firelight,
And they swore I’d burn him down.
They tried to cage his heartbeat,
But he’s not their echo now.
His father’s stare could cut through stone,
Like I trespassed on their throne.
But love don’t need permission slips—
It’s written in our bones.

They built their fear on borrowed lies,
But he saw truth inside my eyes.
They can whisper, they can spy—
They’ll never own his why.

Daggers in his eyes,
When they talk about me.
But he won’t apologize,
For the woman they can’t see.
They hate what they can’t define,
Their son crossed their holy line.
Let ‘em twist, let ‘em despise—
He’s still got daggers in his eyes. 🎶

They said love should fit their frame,
Same last name, same kind of shame.
But we don’t kneel to borrowed fear,
We’re louder every year.
Their kingdom cracks on fragile pride,
While we stay free outside.
They built their hate on holy ground,
But truth don’t drown—it resounds.

Their voices echo in the dark,
But he’s the one who lit the spark.
They curse the storm that set him free—
But baby, that storm was me.

Daggers in his eyes,
When they say my name.
They can’t kill the fire,
They just feed the flame.
They hate what they can’t define,
Their son crossed their holy line.
Let ‘em twist, let ‘em disguise—
He’s still got daggers in his eyes. 🎶

They called me sin, they called me wrong,
But love like this has been here all along.
They drew their lines, I crossed them twice,
’Cause heaven’s never built on sacrifice.
Let them choke on all their rage,
We already turned that page.
You can’t curse what’s meant to rise—
Even with daggers in their eyes.

Daggers in his eyes,
When they see us shine.
They can’t stop the tide,
We’re out of their design.
They hate what they can’t define,
Their power ends where hearts align.
Let ‘em rage, let ‘em devise—
We’ll meet their daggers with sunrise. 🎶

Yeah, let ‘em glare, let ‘em despise…
He’s still got daggers in his eyes. 🌑