Midnight Reckoning

Midnight tightens like a noose of glass, I walk the alley where the old ghosts pass. Coal-eyed moon and a cold wind’s hymn, I gather all the pieces left within.

Ashes of doubt, I sweep them from my hands, No altar built of blood — only blackened lands.

I call the night to witness what I reclaim, Shadows bow down but I keep my name. No whispers of mercy, no bells to toll, I rise from the ruins, reclaim my soul.

Thorns that held me fade into the mire, Iron resolves ignite a quiet fire. Crows keep watch where the broken lies, I write my sentence across the skies.

Chains that bound me rust into the rain, What you took is coming back again.

I call the night to witness what I reclaim, Shadows bow down but I keep my name. No whispers of mercy, no bells to toll, I rise from the ruins, reclaim my soul.

No blood to stain these hands, no pact to seal, Just sharpened truth and a heart of steel. The echo answers, the hollow no more, I walk the threshold toward a darker door.

I call the night to witness what I reclaim, Shadows bow down but I keep my name. No mercy needed, no vengeance to spill — I stand unbroken, I bend the will.

Haunting and chilling tones mixed with thunderous drums and heavy bass, guttural growls and screams, metal, death metal