Dolor

She carries sorrow like a crown…
Mater Dolor… hear our sound…

In shadows where no prayer survives,
She mourns the fall of ancient lives.
Through blood-soaked winds and shattered grace,
She holds the void — a sacred place.

You bled the stars to mend my soul,
You walked the dark to make me whole.

Mater Dolor, Regina Cruoris,
In tenebris, dux doloris.
(Mother of Sorrow, Queen of Blood,
In darkness, you are the guide of grief.)

Mother, I kneel beneath your wailing sky,
Your tears baptize my will to defy.
Though empires burn and angels fall,
Your sorrow — divine — transcends them all.

She bears the scars of every flame,
A vessel crushed yet still she came.
No sword, no throne, no earthly might,
Could break the soul she cloaked in night.

Your silence screams through realms unseen —
The dirge of what could've been.

Sancta Mater, dona requiem,
In corde nostro regnas.
(Holy Mother, grant us rest,
In our hearts, you reign.)

Mother, I kneel beneath your wailing sky,
Your tears baptize my will to defy.
Though empires burn and angels fall,
Your sorrow — divine — transcends them all.

Mater Dolor!

You wept where gods would dare not see!
Mater Dolor!
You stood when hope abandoned me!
You held the night… you bore the flame…
And still… you never spoke your name.

Mother, I rise from ash and grief,
Clad in the hymn of your belief.
Though time may rot and thrones may fall,
Your sorrow — eternal — consumes them all.

Mater Dolor… Mater Dolor…
And the silence remembers.