The Last Cycle

Red dawn over London, Reaper shadows carve the sky Cities choke on static, every channel just a cry Steel gods rise from oceans, walking fire across the shore Earth falls in the first hour, we are numbers, nothing more Cruisers raining down like comets through the clouds above Every loss a burning marker on the maps we used to love People turned to ash in a single beam of light Home reduced to coordinates, a target in the night And still the sky keeps screaming with their cold machine refrain “Another cycle harvested” — but this won’t end the same From Palaven’s burning halo to Thessia’s shattered glow Worlds we couldn’t save ignite the path we chose to go Every fallen name becomes the fire inside our veins We load our grief like ammo, turn our heartbreak into aim We are the last cycle We are the ones who break the wheel When the sky turns black with metal We are the signal they can’t kill All the ghosts of failed horizons screaming through this battlefield We are the last cycle This time the galaxy heals Old scars on the council worlds, history carved in bone Krogan rage and Salarian guilt, debts we’ve never owned Quarians in rusted arks, praying to forgotten stars Geth awake in fragile peace, rewriting who they are Turian lines hold broken moons with nothing left in reserve Asari gods fall silent when the Reapers start to curve Prothean ruins whisper, “We were first and we still fell” Yet walking with a soldier, they can taste a different spell Every grudge we swore to carry, every ancient wound and scar Bends beneath a single truth: they won’t unmake who we are Hand in hand with broken empires standing at the end A thousand fractured stories woven into one last stand We are the last cycle We are the ones who break the wheel When the sky turns black with metal We are the signal they can’t kill All the ghosts of failed horizons screaming through this battlefield We are the last cycle This time the galaxy heals Normandy cuts through the ashes, like a vow against the dark Shepard walks a road of bodies, every footprint leaves a mark Friends who never made it off the ground still march beside his stride Every choice a loaded weapon, every heartbeat picking sides Crucible hanging over Earth, a question aimed at fate Citadel in bleeding orbit, it’s almost come too late Do you burn the Reaper circuit, do you bend or break their chain? Every path demands a sacrifice to justify the pain In the silence after impact, when the colors fade to white One lone breath becomes a promise that the galaxy survived the night We are the last cycle We are the ones who broke the wheel When the sky turned black with metal We were the signal they couldn’t kill Every lost and fallen people singing through this battlefield We are the last cycle For the first time, nothing’s sealed Last cycle… last cycle… we’re the ones who changed the tale From the Protheans’ broken ending to a future we can tell New suns rise on wounded worlds where children learn his name Shepard lives in how they stand when the dark returns again If the Reapers ever listen through the echoes of their loss They will find a cycle standing where the others only crossed