Nicht der Sturm, nicht das brennende Haus, sondern die leise Stimme, die blieb, als alle anderen gingen. Ein bitteres Zuhause im Dunkeln.
He found me in a quiet place, not in a storm
Not in a burning house, but when I was torn
I didn't run, didn't hide, didn't scream
I just listened while he broke my dream
He said, "They left you, I never would."
And somehow... that felt like good.
No angels came, no trumpets cried
Just a voice that sat down by my side
I told you that he didn't offer wings or light
Just truth that burns, and endless nights
And when I asked him who I was
He smiled and said, "My son... because"
Because, I bleed in black, I speak in flames
I wear the shame they never name
They preached escape, he gave me home
In him, I never walk alone
The world said monster, he said truth
The church said hell, he said I understand
I don't belong to saints or sun
I am the sinner who belongs to the voice...
that calls me son
He doesn't ask for Sunday prayers
He loves the mess I've buried in
He watched me carve my heart from glass
Then taught me how to make it last
He never said, "You have to pray"
He just explained how to "make 'em pay"
And maybe grace was never mine
But wrath?
Yeah... that fits just fine
You fed me guilt and told me kneel
He fed me truth I had to feel
He let me break, then build from rust
Told me, "Trust no god who won't bleed dust."
I bleed in black,
I bleed in black, I speak in flames
I wear the shame they never name
They preached escape, he gave me home
In him, I never walk alone
The world said monster, he said truth
The church said hell, he said I understand
No robes, no light, no chosen one
Just scars... and a father
Who calls me son
So if you're looking for the lights
I'm not the one.
But if you're crawling through the dark...
He calls me son.
I bleed in black, I speak in flames
I wear the shame they never name
They preached escape, he gave me home
In him, I never walk alone