[00:00.000] 作曲 Composer : baitian
[00:00.079] 编曲 Arranger : baitian
[00:00.158] 作词 Lyricist : Shatuo
[00:00.237] 演唱 Vocal : 李长庚/VISION SOUND
[00:00.316] 混音 Mixing Engineer : 张步若@RSS Studio
[00:00.395] 监制 Music Supervisor : jixwang
[00:00.474] 母带工程 Mastering Engineer : 张步若@RSS Studio
[00:00.553] 助理 Assistant : markmilian
[00:00.632] 出品 Produced by : 鸣潮先约电台
[00:00.715]My voice will rise, my fate is planned
[00:08.014]No crown was given — I made it mine
[00:14.382]Let storms descend, let thunder strike land
[00:21.626]I march where heaven draws the line
[00:45.232]Lift your eyes, restore the fall
[00:52.897]Grace will cleanse them all
[01:03.311]Here I stand, the sacred path is bathed in grace
[01:18.735]Not by will, but true romance
[01:30.035]Bled through oaths sworn before
[01:33.090]Kept what none but I could hold
[01:36.771]I stood to guide them back to soul
[01:43.304]Spoke the truth through ash and flame
[01:46.786]Now — I rise beyond the name
[01:50.286]Come, still pray with me
[01:57.317]My voice will rise, my fate is planned
[02:04.427]No crown was given — I made it mine
[02:10.842]Let storms descend, let thunder strike land
[02:18.252]I march where heaven draws the line
[02:38.325]Lift your eyes, restore the fall
[02:46.012]Grace will cleanse them all

作曲 Composer : baitian
编曲 Arranger : baitian
作词 Lyricist : Shatuo
演唱 Vocal : 李长庚/VISION SOUND
混音 Mixing Engineer : 张步若@RSS Studio
监制 Music Supervisor : jixwang
母带工程 Mastering Engineer : 张步若@RSS Studio
助理 Assistant : markmilian
出品 Produced by : 鸣潮先约电台
My voice will rise, my fate is planned
No crown was given — I made it mine
Let storms descend, let thunder strike land
I march where heaven draws the line
Lift your eyes, restore the fall
Grace will cleanse them all
Here I stand, the sacred path is bathed in grace
Not by will, but true romance
Bled through oaths sworn before
Kept what none but I could hold
I stood to guide them back to soul
Spoke the truth through ash and flame
Now — I rise beyond the name
Come, still pray with me
My voice will rise, my fate is planned
No crown was given — I made it mine
Let storms descend, let thunder strike land
I march where heaven draws the line
Lift your eyes, restore the fall
Grace will cleanse them all