[Intro: Female Vocals – low, reverent] History doesn’t remember faces, Just shadows stitched into time. Some names rot in paper boxes… Others never had a line. [Verse 1: Male Vocals] He waited till the city slept right, Till even fear felt calm again. No hurry left in Karl’s breath, This wasn’t rage—this was the end. Your door wasn’t forced, your lights stayed low, Familiar air, familiar floor. Karl stepped in like memory does, Quiet… sure… already sure. No screaming fits, no messy fight, Just hands that knew where silence lived. A single cut, precise and clean, The kind of mercy monsters give. [Pre-Chorus: Female Vocals] The closest ones are never loud, They never see the blade come down. The cruelest goodbyes don’t need a sound— Just absence settling around. [Chorus: Male Vocals] No name carved, no grave to find, Just a friend erased in time. A final gift, a closing page, Written calm, not fueled by rage. Dan will know—but never prove, Every truth stripped of its truth. No body left to testify, Just one more ghost… and a goodbye. [Verse 2: Male Vocals] Dan arrives like he always does— A minute late, a breath too slow. Sees the room, feels something wrong, But nothing left to really know. No murals this time, no taunting sign, No calling card to make him chase. Karl didn’t need to say a word— The silence hit just as hard. This wasn’t done for pride or game, This wasn’t meant to make him chase. Karl closed the book, burned the edge, Left Dan alone with empty space. [Pre-Chorus: Female Vocals] Legends don’t end with flashing lights, They slip away in quiet nights. When answers die and questions live, That’s when the world forgets… and gives. [Chorus: Male Vocals] No name carved, no grave to find, Just a friend erased in time. A final gift, a closing page, Written calm, not fueled by rage. Dan will know—but never prove, Every truth stripped of its truth. No body left to testify, Just one more ghost… and a goodbye. [Bridge: Female Vocals – slow, haunting] Years will pass, the files will fade, The theories rot, the ink decays. A killer’s name becomes a myth, A question no one answers with. [Outro: Male Vocals – calm, distant] One last glass, no toast, no cheer, Bourbon burns… then disappears. Not for the dead, not out of spite, Just closing out a former life. Karl doesn’t run, doesn’t rush, Doesn’t look back, doesn’t hush. He steps out where the city hums, Just another face… then gone. [Final Line: Whispered Female Vocals] “Some monsters aren’t caught… they finish… and fade.”

The Last Ritual