Beneath Dathomir’s crimson sky, where shadows learned to breathe,
A Nightbrother opened crimson eyes, with fury underneath.
Born to Mother Talzin’s blood, beneath the witches’ flame,
The spirits whispered through the mist and called my destined name.
Before I knew what freedom was, before I learned to stand,
A Dark Lord stole me from my home with an unforgiving hand.
No lullabies, no gentle words, no mercy in his gaze,
He forged my soul in endless fire through hatred’s endless blaze.
Every scar became a lesson,
Every wound became my creed.
Compassion left to die in darkness,
Only power answered me.
I am Maul… forged in anger, born in pain,
A crimson shadow wrapped in chains.
Raised to kill, a living blade,
A Sith creation Sidious made.
No peace, no light to call my own,
Only vengeance carved in stone.
Through the darkness I was drawn—
A warrior before the dawn.
Each sunrise brought another trial, another broken bone,
He shattered every piece of me until I stood alone.
He fed my soul with bitter hate, with promises of war,
Until the only thing I loved was hearing sabers roar.
The Force became a burning tide that thundered through my veins,
A tempest built from suffering, from countless years of chains.
No brotherhood, no family, no childhood left to claim,
Just endless drills and silent screams that echoed through my name.
Mother… did you hear me crying?
Did the spirits know my fate?
Would the stars have burned much brighter
If I hadn’t learned to hate?
Yet hatred was my armor,
My heartbeat and my breath.
A weapon sharpened endlessly,
To dance with life and death.
I am Maul… Nightbrother born of flame,
The galaxy will know my name.
A child stolen from the night,
Reforged into the Sith’s delight.
Every battle, every scar,
Shows the monster that you are.
You made a weapon none could tame—
Now fear the fury you became.
On Dathomir, the shadows wait,
The blood remembers every scar.
Though Sidious forged the blade I am…
A Nightbrother’s spirit burns brighter than the dark.
