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Divine
04:03
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Sovereign of a shattered reign
By heathen rites his realm defiled
Sworn in blood to cleanse their stain
Years of death in vengeance wild
Master of a tainted hall
Returned, his hands with gore imbrued
To find his queen in sinners' thrall
Her form enwrapped in lust subdued
Blind with rage, he hewed them down
Yet stayed his blade at her soft face
A vision crowned in thornless crown
She smiled in triumph stripped of grace
Despair, the veil that cloaked his soul
Opened the gate where shadows seep
The abyssal egg cried blood
And in its wake the God Hand would speak
Take the harlot, cursed and torn
As sacrifice to end my strife
For in her fall my soul is worn
Devour the flesh that mocked my life
Nothing stirs within but wrath
A hollow crown a shattered throne
Nothing stirs within but wrath
A hollow crown a shattered throne
No path remains before me
No righteous path
But to feast upon what was my own
I have cast aside this mortal chain
In her blood I rise anew
The brand she bears, my eternal stain
Marked by the fate I gladly rue
Once again, I crave the taste
Of her, my sin my lost delight
In twisted lust my soul is traced
Through blood and ruin endless night
The truth of her, buried deep in lies
To blind the masses with hollow grief
Her fall I veiled in heretics' cries
A sacrifice wrapped in false belief
My daughter locked within her cage
Must never glimpse the darkened sun
For in my name a holy rage
The war on heresy has just begun
Yet war is but a mask I wear
A ruse to gather flesh untamed
The hunger coils beneath my prayer
To feast on bodies defiled and maimed
I crave the taste of broken skin
To rip and tear, to desecrate
This hunger has no end within
A void where mercy meets its fate
I crave the taste of broken skin
To rip and tear, to desecrate
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Struggle
04:02
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Incarnate of fury
Etched in the marrow
Hunger unfathomed
Born of blackened sorrow
Spawned in the eclipse
Beneath scarlet skies
A shadow forged in trauma
Where insanity lies
Boundless contender
Of malice entwined
Whispers of vengeance
Pulse through the mind
Threads of hatred
Woven thick in the dark
In the struggler’s heart
Branding its mark
An endless spectre
Clawing, it reigns
Choking the light
In darkness it reigns
The last flicker of hope
Torn from its spark
The path of revenge
Bred in the dark
No mercy lingers
No path to rescind
Only the crimson tide
To avenge and transcend
All in its way shall be silenced and torn
No mercy lingers
No path to rescind
Only the crimson tide
To avenge and transcend
For the beast demands
And blood flows forth
Defiler of the soul, unchained
Hungering for ruin
Tearing at the seams
Twisting thoughts to ash
The dearest defiled
Shadows coil
Lust burns wild
A mind undone
The tether frays
Flesh and reason in disarray
He watches
Severed from the core
As his hand takes what was pure before
Butchered by me
No
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Master
04:34
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Frail child
Fair with waning grace
Timid heart
Craving father's praise
Rough-hewn hands to forge a will of steel
Sword in grasp
Trained to kill
Trained to kill
White Dragon's heir
A crown of grief
Beneath the weight of cruel belief
Cut and thrust
No mercy shown
To shape a will as hard as stone
Lost his mother in early days
Raised by a father hard in his ways
The White Dragon’s power, his to command
A kingdom’s throne with the princess’s hand
Brutal trials beneath his father's might
A child shattered in endless fight
The Black Swordsman's haunted gaze
Sees his past in twisted ways
Years of transgressions
Years of misery
At thirteen years his future torn
Watched his father
Blood outworn
A fateful strike
Steel through his chest
Life’s bright flame
Snuffed at fate’s behest
Pinned to stone
his last breath calls
Grasping his hand as vision dies
The Falcon's wrath
Death in flight
Another soul lost to the night
Innocence lost
Blood-stained trial
Never glimpsed his father’s smile
Eyes shut tight
Before his time to rise
Before his time to rise
Silent
Silent
Silent beneath the darkened skies
Silent
Silent
Never saw his father's smile
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Virtue
04:57
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Sixth born amidst famine's grasp
Where hunger ruled her early days
Her spirit bent beneath the clasp
Of whispered chains in distant haze
At twelve sent to gilded halls
Where virtue masked a noble’s gaze
Beneath his smile, a hunger bends
On the path to golden gates
His eyes betrayed their thirst
From carriage thrown
Her fate was shown
She was pinned to the dirt
Her strength failed beneath his weight
And in despair she ceased to fight
What hope could rise against such fate
In a world where cruelty was his right?
Despair took root like a creeping shroud
As fate's cruel hand she dared not fight
Her strength failed beneath his weight
And in despair she ceased to fight
What hope could rise against such fate
In a world where cruelty was his right?
Despair took root like a creeping shroud
As fate's cruel hand she dared not fight
But through the light, a vision of grace
A pale knight cleaved the vile man's face
A cry of anguish split the air
As crimson traced his trembling skin
The knight then turned, his sword laid bare
And spoke the words she needed most
"Take up that sword, if you have something to protect"
"Take up that sword, if you have something to protect"
The wretched man lunged for her throat
But in despair she grasped the blade
Piercing his chest with cruel steel
His fate was hers to seal
Shaken as his life slipped away
The weight of death upon her soul
The knight spoke calm through light's soft sway
His words alone to make her whole
From that moment, she was bound, entranced
By his grace, in awe of his stance
With her attacker gone and hopes forlorn
Of returning to her village’s fold
She chose to join the Falcon’s flight
Embracing strength she’d come to hold
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