[Intro – Soft harpsichord, distant violin]
Bienvenue… dans la nuit éternelle…
Where silence drinks… and shadows dwell…
[Verse I – Calm, elegant]
We do not chase, we do not plead,
We take no part in mortal greed.
The world may burn, the weak may cry—
We watch it all… with half-lidded eyes.
A glass of red, a measured breath,
We dine in halls untouched by death.
For death itself, when dressed in grace—
Becomes a guest we can embrace.
[Pre-Chorus]
No blade is raised without a cause,
No stain escapes our sacred laws.
Refined, restrained, yet cold as night—
We choose the hour… we choose the bite.
[Chorus – Seductive, regal]
WE ARE THE VEIL OF VELVET NIGHT!
Elegance draped in crimson light!
Not wrath, not rage, not savage cry—
WE END YOU… WITH A POLITE GOODBYE.
WE ARE THE BLOOD THAT TIME OBEYS!
Eternal dance through endless days!
If fate should dare to cross our line—
WE’LL MAKE YOUR LAST MOMENT… DIVINE.
[Verse II – Lycan hint, sharper tone]
Ah… beasts that howl beneath the moon,
So crude, so loud… they end too soon.
They tear, they rend, they stain, they break—
Such dreadful noise those creatures make.
But when they knock upon our door—
We rise… if only to restore…
A sense of art… a sense of form—
Within their most uncivil storm.
[Pre-Chorus – Slight menace]
No haste, no rush, no reckless thrill—
A single step… a perfect kill…
[Bridge – Noir voice, low & close]
“Mon cher… do stand still.”
“This will only take… a moment.”
A silver smile… a gloved embrace…
A fleeting shadow… no trace…
[Breakdown – Waltz rhythm, darker]
One step… two step… heart slows down…
A silent gasp… no final sound…
[Final Chorus – Grand, deadly elegance]
WE ARE THE NIGHT YOU CANNOT FLEE!
A whispered end… a courtesy!
No war cry echoes in our wake—
JUST SILENCE… IN THE LIVES WE TAKE.
WE ARE THE LINE YOU MUST NOT CROSS!
Refined in death, devoid of loss!
For those who dare disturb our sphere—
WE TURN YOUR FINAL BREATH… TO FEAR.
[Outro – Soft, fading, glass clink]
A drop of red… upon the floor…
How careless…
We expected more.
CataclysmConductor
