[0:00 – 0:25 | OST Intro – Cathedral Choir + Echoing Steps]
(Gwynevere illusion ambience tone)
Golden light… porcelain lies…
A city glowing in dying skies…
(serpent whisper) Chosen…
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[0:26 – 1:05 | Verse 1 – Controlled Rap]
Anor Londo bathed in gold
But the sunlight’s thin and cold
Statues tall, stories told
Of a fire that’s growing old
Placed the vessel at the throne
Now the path is carved in stone
But every step I take alone
Feels like something overthrown
Serpent teeth in the dark below
Whispering what I should know
“Link the flame, let it glow”
But they never tell the cost of the show
Gods are gone, their thrones are bare
Only ashes in the air
If I’m chosen, is it fair?
Or am I just despair?
(who decides?)
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[1:06 – 1:36 | Chorus 1 – Heavy / Brooding]
Am I the Lord of Cinders?
Or fuel for fading embers?
Is this fate they render?
Or a lie I enter?
If I burn alive (live)
So the flame survives (vives)
Was it ever mine?
To decide…
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[1:37 – 1:58 | OST Break – Organ + Low Strings]
(illusion shatters sound)
Glass cracking…
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[1:59 – 2:35 | Verse 2 – Faster / Darker]
Painted gods in empty halls
Silver knights in silent walls
Everything eventually falls
Even legends, even calls
I rang the bells, I bore the curse
Fought through Blighttown’s poison burst
Beat the lords dispersed
Still the hunger getting worse
Gravelord bones and chaos flame
Four great souls, but who’s to blame?
They built a cycle outta shame
And crowned it destiny’s name
One path says “sacrifice”
One says “let the dark arise”
Both just different kinds of lies
Behind ancient eyes
(choose…)
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[2:36 – 3:05 | Chorus 2 – Bigger / Layered Choir]
Am I the Lord of Cinders?
Or ash beneath their splendor?
If I kneel and surrender
Does the fire remember?
When the sunlight fades (fades)
And the truth decays (decays)
Will they say
I was brave?
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[3:06 – 3:28 | Bridge – Clean / Quiet]
If the flame dies slow…
And the dark winds blow…
Maybe that’s how it’s meant to go…
No gods.
No chains.
No throne.
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[3:29 – 3:58 | Final Chorus – Explosive / Resolute]
I’m not your Lord of Cinders
Not your pawn to enter
If I burn, it’s my own answer
Not your dying splendor
Let the old age end (end)
Let the fire bend (bend)
I won’t pretend —
This choice is mine.
(bonfire extinguishes — deep silence)
ShadowSing
