I SURVIVE | Nightblood Remix | Through Blood and Fire

She was not cursed by demons.
She was chosen by God.

When her prayers reached the heavens, the answer was not mercy.
It was transformation.

Her heart was stopped, her blood rewritten, her death stolen mid-breath.
Fangs replaced faith. Hunger replaced hope. Eternity replaced rest.
God named it purpose.

The covens recoiled from her.
The priests declared her an abomination.
The angels watched in silence, unmoved.

She wandered centuries in starvation, learning restraint through agony.
Every night was a lesson.
Every life taken was survival, not cruelty.
Every scream taught her control.

She did not rebel at first.
She endured.

But survival sharpens memory.

She remembered the prayers that became chains.
She remembered the heaven that never answered again.
She remembered being made immortal without consent.

So she learned witchcraft not to worship, but to rewrite fate.
She drank blood not for pleasure, but for power.
She studied the names of angels the way others study weapons.

When she returned, it was not for forgiveness.

Priests fell first.
Their faith tasted hollow.
Angels followed, stripped of certainty.
Witches who abandoned her begged and were ignored.

She does not seek to destroy heaven.
She seeks to outlast it.

This is not a song about triumph.
It is a record of endurance.

She survived God.
Now she survives everyone else.