[Male Solo – Verse 1]
The world fractures beneath silent skies,
Where shadow speaks and the fallen rise.
I walk the edge where fate does fray,
Through ruins lost to endless decay.
Despair rides with me, a storm untamed,
Through fire and void, the path is claimed.
Ancient echoes call my name,
The threads of life and death the same.
[Choir / Female Opera – Response]
Yet even here, where darkness reigns,
A whisper lingers through shadowed chains.
Though night devours, hope finds a way,
The balance waits for the light of day.
From hollowed halls, a song resounds,
The fragile spark yet knows no bounds.
[Male Solo – Verse 2]
Ancient powers stir in hollowed halls,
The echoes of judgment, the council calls.
I pierce the night, I heed no fear,
The threads of life and death draw near.
The fallen tremble where I tread,
The silence speaks, the living dread.
Through cursed lands, I carve my path,
Defying fate, enduring wrath.
[Choir / Opera – Response]
Do not despair, the thread remains,
A spark endures where loss has reigned.
Through grief and storm, the world survives,
Through unseen hands, the light revives.
Though shadows press and hope seems thin,
A quiet voice will rise within.
[Male Solo – Chorus]
I am the shadow that walks the void,
The hand of fate no force can destroy.
Despair my steed, yet purpose drives,
Through shattered lands, the mission thrives.
Though darkness falls, I will endure,
Through balance lost, the world is pure.
I move where mortals dare not go,
The edge of night, the end of woe.
[Choir / Opera – Chorus Response]
We are the echo, the rising flame,
Through endless night, we stake our claim.
Through ruin and fire, we rise above,
Bound by the thread, by fate, by love.
The balance waits, the world restored,
Through shadowed trials, the light is poured.
[Male Solo – Bridge]
I have seen death, I have felt despair,
I have walked where none would dare.
Yet in the silence, a truth is known,
No soul is lost when my will has grown.
Through void and flame, through blood and stone,
The path is mine, yet not my own.
[Choir / Opera – Bridge Response]
Hold the thread, though fragile it seems,
Through shadowed nights and endless dreams.
The balance waits, the world must mend,
Through the Reaper’s path, the light ascends.
Though darkness calls and night is long,
The thread of hope remains strong
