Pale skin, ride the night, shadows creepin'
Ghost in the moonlight, soul he reapin'
Fangs bared, eyes cold, pistols gleamin'
Dead man's hand, playin' dirty, demons schemin'

Dead Eyes

In the neon night we rise
Under shadows we devise
Mimic mortals with our guise
Mystify with our disguise

Powers

You could not change me I stayed true to my name
You held out your hand but I wasn't playing your game
You stared at the mountain I was aiming for the peak
You chased the horizon I made the sunrise speak

Seeker

Eyes wide shut, mental mazes they be lacing,
Chasing shadows, delusions they embracing,
Figures dancing in the madness of their making,
Feasting on fantasies, oblivious and faking.


Worthy

Knives in my back
Barbs digging deep
Lies and deceit
Promises steep
The pain I’ve endured
I've faced the track
Laughing now
Never looking back

On Metal Wings

The tide turns red, the weak fall prey
You thought we’d drown, but we own the waves
The lies you sold, the chains you made
Now you bleed, and we’re unafraid

Blood In The Water

Shadows creeping through the night
My empire built on dark delight
I am not god nor devil's hand
In this realm I make my stand

Gothic Empire

It’s creeping through the shadows, whispering my name,
A chilling voice of torment, I’ll never be the same.
A curse upon the night, it’s carved into my soul,
The ghast, the blood, the vampire’s hold.

Something Else

Beneath the shadow of the iron gate,  
Where whispers linger and hearts suffocate,  
A chill in the air, a tale untold,  
A realm of secrets where dreams grow cold.

The Iron Gate

You gaze at me, but your soul falters,
Whisper your fears, I’ll break your altar.
My shadow looms, your breath grows weak,
The vampire’s hunger is what I seek.

Stronger

Crimson strings, I carve the air,
Notes like daggers, stripped and bare.
Every bow stroke drips with dread,
Echoes wail, the living dead.

Nocturnique

You cross the line, step into the cold,
Think this land is weak, think we’ll fold.
But this ain't the desert, ain't the sand,
This is the North, you don’t understand.

Warning Shot

Steel frames, white lights, the cold hum of chains,  
A doctrine of shadows infects every brain.  
Rows of the broken, their wills stripped away,  
Reading from scripts in a scripted ballet.

Worm Factory

I heard you crowned yourself a god, but gods are weak, they rot, they bleed,
Immortals like me don't pray—we feed.
I don't need a mic, I etch my bars in fate,
Your temple’s cracked, I carve my name in gates of graves.

Blood God

Your teeth gnaw at scraps, your eyes glint with greed,  
A swarm of jealous rats, on what you can’t feed.  
I’m the shadow, the hunter, the storm in your path,  
A predator’s grin, a harbinger’s wrath.  

Rats

Heavy limbs... grind into life  
Steam hisses through broken light  
Thought is pain.  
Pain is power.  
Rise... with rusted honor.

Vox Mechanica

🕯️⸸ I 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, I 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. ⸸🕯️  
⚰️ I 𝕒𝕞 𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝, 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. ⚰️  
🌘 In 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜, 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 🌒  
👁️‍🗨️ In 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕀 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 👁️‍🗨️

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