As Lilith wrestles with her guilt, Father Thomas is gripped by what he believes is fear. He knows he must confront the curse to save Lilith and those around her, but he's frozen, unable to act. Looking back on his past, he despises himself for running from battle as a young man, leaving his comrades to die. This past choice has colored his whole life, leaving him full of self-loathing. Thomas doesn't believe he's strong enough to save Lilith, yet every part of him wants to do the right thing. He's paralyzed not by fear as he believes, but by anguish.
[Verse 1]
In shadowed chapel, spirits creep,
Where mem'ries mourn and sorrows seep,
Gaunt Father Thomas, gripped by dread,
Kneels on cold stone, with bowed head.
[Chorus]
Bravery lost in one dark hour,
Cowardice blooms, a loathing flower.
[Verse 2]
Faith's flame once fierce in sun's bright glare,
Now dimmed by battles, bleak and bare.
When foes struck fast with furious might,
He fled the fray, forsook the fight.
[Chorus]
Bravery lost in one dark hour,
Cowardice blooms, a loathing flower.
[Verse 3]
Hushed holy walls with whispers hum,
To soothe his soul where shadows come.
Born bearing brigand's bitter blight,
He seeks to mend, to find the light.
[Chorus]
Bravery lost in one dark hour,
Cowardice blooms, a loathing flower.
[Bridge]
Each mirrored shield, each spectral cry,
Reflects the shame he can't deny.
Ghostly warriors, cold moonbeams,
Haunt his nights with silent screams.
[Chorus]
Bravery lost in one dark hour,
Cowardice blooms, a loathing flower.
[Verse 4]
Babe's blood stains dark his burdened name,
A legacy of lasting shame.
His hollow heart, by hope still haunted,
Seeks grace where sorrow's seeds were planted.
[Chorus]
Bravery lost in one dark hour,
Cowardice blooms, a loathing flower.
[Outro]
Eyes clenched in anguish, deep despair,
He rasps a raw and restless prayer:
"Lord," he groans, "my scars still smart,"
As silence shrouds his heavy heart.