World Without Dawn

Ash under my boots.

No warmth on my skin.

This isn’t my sky.

(Growls circle in surround)

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I rise slow from fractured stone,

Red flame steady, not alone,

But the air feels overthrown —

No pulse. No sun.

Sky above is ink and bone,

Black sphere hanging like a throne,

Not bleeding red — just fully grown —

Watching.

Ruins stretch where towers stood,

Banners torn and soaked in soot,

Every memory I understood —

Twisted.

Then I hear it — low and near,

Claws on stone, breath like fear,

Not one voice — a shifting choir —

Surrounding.

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This is a world without dawn,

Light consumed and hope withdrawn,

Something ancient moving on —

Through shadow.

I plant my blade into the ground,

Flame ignites without a sound,

If this is where I’m bound —

Then come.

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Eyes ignite in broken walls,

Shapes distort in ruined halls,

Dozens. No — more than that —

Encircling.

Spines like blades and mouths too wide,

Ashen wings that scrape the sky,

Void where hearts are meant to hide —

Hungry.

They don’t rush — they calculate,

Testing stance, evaluating weight,

Like they know what I create —

And want it.

Flame climbs higher up my arm,

Guard raised tight against the swarm,

This isn’t fear — this is form —

Ready.

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World without dawn, surround me,

Void-born shadows found me,

If you think you can drown me —

Try it.

I’ve walked through ash before,

Lost more than you know for,

If this is what you roar for —

Come take it.

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(Guitars tighten, drums pulse)

No hesitation.

No retreat.

No mercy left in me to meet.

You circle like you smell the flame —

Then choke on it.

(Scream)

MOVE.

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World without dawn collapsing,

Void and fire clashing,

If this sky wants war —

It has it.

Red flame cuts through blackened air,

First demon falls in shattered glare,

If something greater waits out there —

I’m coming.

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They surge.

Claws. Wings. Screams.

And I don’t step back.