The Hieroglyphs!

[I] The box was a labyrinth of gold, a jigsaw of silence held, In the heart of Domino, the seal is broken. It’s not just a game; it’s a resurrection. The Shadow Games have returned, ink-stained monsters crawling out of cards and into the light. The eye opens on the brow of a boy, and the world begins to tilt. The kingdom of duelists, is where your soul is the ante and the graveyard is never full.
[1] I am the anchor, the boy with the heart of a saint and the will of iron. They call me small, but I carry a mountain of gold. I solved the unsolvable, piece by jagged piece, never knowing I was building a home for a ghost. I am the gentle hand that holds the cards, the one who believes in the heart of the deck & the monsters call. I am the vessel, the jar!
[C] Unify the soul! - One body, three spirits, one destiny! We are the King of Games, the preserved stains of royalty! Tightly bound in the leather of the Duel Disk, we scream in the silence of the Heart!
[2] I am the God-King of the 18th Dynasty, the light of the sun-disk trapped in a void of amnesia. My name was erased from the stone to keep the darkness bound. I sit on a throne of memories I cannot see, commanding the Dark Magician with the authority of a dying sun. I traded my breath for the safety of the world, and now I walk in the skin of a child. I am the Pharaoh, a shadow seeking its own history in the shuffle of the deck.
[C] Unify the soul! - One body, three spirits, one destiny! We are the King of Games, the preserved stains of royalty! Tightly bound in the leather of the Duel Disk, we scream in the silence of the Heart! We are the architects of the Duel, shuffling through the void, seeking the truth. Still playing. (Still winning!) But Still Nameless!
[B] The sky cracks open over Battle City! The Egyptian Gods descend—Slifer, Obelisk, and Ra—towering monuments of ancient power. The stakes have shifted from plastic cards to cosmic artifacts. The Marik’s tomb-keepers cry out, and the strings of destiny pull tight around. Every duel is a ritual; every victory is a step closer to the Tablet of Lost Memories. The city is our arena, and the gods are our witnesses.
[3] I am the third face, the "Dark Yugi" Yami born- the Puzzle's wrath. I am the one who plays for blood. When the villains strike, I emerge from the smoke with purple eyes and a voice like grinding stone. I trap the wicked in illusions of their own making; I am the Mind Crush (penalty game!) the cold justice of the tomb. I am the edge of the blade that Yugi refuses to sharpen.
[O] The journey ends where the sand meets the sea. The seven items return to the stone, and the Pharaoh finally finds his name. (Atem!)… No longer a shadow, no longer a ghost. The ultimate duel begins—not against an enemy, but against the self. One must stay, and one must cross the golden gate. The puzzle shatters one last time. The King is gone; the Legend remains. The game is over, but the soul is on to new games.

Fast HighEnergy 120BPM/ Egyptian Deathcore, Industrial Pop staccato, with a braggadocious Dark Witch House twist, male.