The Sanguine Crown!

Flesh, Blood, n’ Stone.

[Intro - A haunting, rhythmic dulcimer melody plays over the sound of a tolling bell. Suddenly, a melodic guitar harmony kicks in with high-speed double-bass drumming, topped with a piercing, raspy scream] A shroud of earth, a throne of bone, the silent king reclaiming his own. A ancient hunger, a red-stained eye, the Sanguine Crown beneath the night.

[Verse 1] From Sumerian sands where the Lilitu fly, To Balkan peaks where the restless lie. The grave-chewer stirs in a shroud made of soil, As the blood in the veins begins to boil. Not the pale prince in a velvet gown, But a bloated corpse in a burial crown. Rising to feast on the kin they once knew, The vital essence is the only view. (Go!)

[Chorus] Cold is the heart, and eternal the thirst, By the light of the sun, we are ever cursed! Shapeshift to mist, to the bat, to the wolf, In the shadows of time, we are swallowed and engulfed! Life in a bottle, death in a vein, Bound to the hunger and the ancient pain! No pulse to measure, no breath to hold, just a fever for life in a world gone cold. We drink from the fountain of the sacred and the torn, in the endless midnight where the shadows are born. (Hallowed!)

[Verse 2] Beware the Strigoi with the double heart, Tearing the peace of the village apart. They walk the night as a Vrykolakas dread, The boundary is broken between living and dead. Garlic and silver, the iron and thorn, Cannot undo what the darkness has sworn. The shroud is a mantle of ancient despair, as the scent of the charnel house fills up the air. (Blegh!)

[Bridge] Descent into the hollow earth, where the eyeless serpents coil, I shed the skin of mortal birth and leave the holy soil. No prayer can halt the quickening, no cross can stem the flood, for the crown is forged in iron, and jewel made of blood!

[Verse 3] The moon is a sickle that harvests the breath, Of the fearful who hide from the master of death. We haunt the high ruins where the cold winds lament, In a kingdom of shadows where the soul is unbent. No heartbeat to echo, no shadow to cast, A nightmare from legend that’s built here to last. The red river flows through the dark of the hall, As the Sanguine Crown rises to conquer them all. (Go!)

[Chorus] Cold is the heart, and eternal the thirst, By the light of the sun, we are ever cursed! Shapeshift to mist, to the bat, to the wolf, In the shadows of time, we are swallowed and engulfed! Life in a bottle, death in a vein, Bound to the hunger, and the ancient pain! No pulse to measure, no breath to hold, just a fever for life in a world gone cold. We drink from the fountain of the sacred and the torn, in the endless midnight where the shadows are born. (Shrine!)

[Outro] The crown turns to ash in the first light of day, but the hunger remains as the mist fades away. Back to the silence, back to the clay, until the red moon calls us to play. [Howl] - Hallowed.