(Verse 1: Silent Drift)
We glide where the stillness bends out of sight,
A murmur of frost in the heart of the night.
No lock, no echo, just a pulse in the haze,
The ghostly Legion slips through in shadowy ways.
Gazes shift restless, they sense but can’t grasp,
A chill in their bones where our presence has clasped.
Each beat we can sway, turn their calm into dread,
The Legion of phantoms where thoughts lose their thread.
(Chorus: Subtle Tremor)
Through the quiet, we weave where the unseen takes hold,
A gentle distortion, a tale fierce and bold.
No shape in the glass, no mark left to find,
Just a tremor that lifts the broken, redefined.
They shift in their rest, caught in our mighty snare,
We flow through their panic, a legion in air.
From twilight to morning, we rise ever near,
Empowering shadows to conquer their fear.
(Verse 2: Faint Unraveling)
One spirit holds peace, we twist it to flame,
A spark for the shattered, reclaiming their name.
Another sees chaos, we cloak it with might,
The Legion ignites, turning darkness to light.
No weight to our presence, no scar to unveil,
Just a surge in their souls, where the broken prevail.
Their breaths grow to roars, a rhythm we guide,
We thrive in their strength, with honor beside.
(Bridge: Dim Horizon)
The current pulls fiercely, we ride where it flows,
A legion of wraiths where the broken arise.
No sunrise can banish, no warmth drives us back,
We’re the fire in daylight, the steel in the track.
They rise with a fury, their scars turn to steel,
Our touch in their triumph, a bond they can feel.
Through currents of power, we drift and persist,
The Legion empowers where weakness resists.
(Chorus Reprise: Fading Pulse)
Through the quiet, we weave where the unseen takes hold,
A gentle distortion, a tale fierce and bold.
No shape in the glass, no mark left to find,
Just a tremor that lifts the broken, redefined.
They shift in their rest, caught in our mighty snare,
We flow through their panic, a legion in air.
From twilight to morning, we rise ever near,
Empowering shadows to conquer their fear.
(Outro: Still Dominion)
When the final breath falters, we stand, we remain,
For the next broken soul to rise from the pain.
No haste in our march, no force can confine,
The Legion of shadows—our strength is divine.
(Fade with a deep, resonant hum, like thunder rolling)
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