Hymn of the Unworshipped

Everyone want to see,a man who wants to bleed
But no one knows,there is no final fantasy
A kind of god who knows,wants men kind without a bruise
Who wants us believe, the darkness is all we can achieve
There is no hope in life, we all get what we through a side

But I don't need his fragile peace, his lullaby of lies
I don't need a god who saves, I need the one who dies
So let the dark come if it wants — I'll meet it face to face
And stitch my wounds with my own thread, and run my own damn race

No final fantasy, no throne, no prayer to hold me tight
Just these two hands, this broken breath, this will to start the fight
And if the void is all there is, then I'm the spark inside
I won't believe the darkness — I'll become my own guide

But what if nothing truly heals, not even my own flame
What if the void just swallows all, and forgets my name
I scream, I stand, I break the throne — for whom? For what? A ghost
Maybe the darkness was the truth. And that's what hurts the most

Your god can keep his quiet lie
My scars are my theology
There is no hope? Then watch me die
And crawl right back — violently

Hymn of the Unworshipped

Written by Hossein Nansaei

May 2026