Gravechaser

Verse
Boots on ash, kiss of cold air,
Neon dies—she’s already there.
Laugh like a match in a blackout prayer,
Reads marble names like maps to anywhere.

Chorus
She goes where death keeps open doors,
Storm in her veins, boots on the floor.
When the bells fall mute and the brave won’t dare,
She’s the shadow that arrives—right there.