Shadows Don’t Bow

The road don’t bend for men like me, It takes the blood, it takes the fee. I’ve walked through fire, I’ve seen the crown, But shadows stand tall, they don’t bow down.

Shadows don’t bow, they just remain, Etched in smoke, carved in pain. The night don’t ask, it just allows — And shadows… they don’t bow.

I’ve seen the gallows, I’ve seen the flame, Watched saints grow pale when they spoke my name. The devil grins, the angels turn, But shadows walk proud where the fires burn.

Shadows don’t bow, they never plead, They live on hunger, they live on need. Every scar’s a crown, every vow’s a shroud, But shadows… they don’t bow.

You can dig the grave, you can mark the stone, But a man like me don’t walk alone. Smoke remembers, the fire knows how — But shadows… they don’t bow.

I don’t ask for mercy, I don’t chase light, I ride with the dark and I sleep with night. No law can bend me, no flame can cow, I am the shadow… and I don’t bow.

Shadows don’t bow, they just remain, Etched in smoke, carved in pain. The night don’t ask, it just allows — And shadows… they don’t bow.

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