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Omen Fox - Path of the Damned

Omen Fox calls you to walk the cursed path and listen to his anthems of war on Spotify:
👉 https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/artist/1X11CgtFhsJZSbUc34wFpo?si=uNFqQBAiRgShAJ0gvPZIwg

“This is not just music… it’s the sound of every scar you carry.” - Omen Fox

💿 Music by: Awesome Fox Music
🎼 Lyrics: Awesome Fox Music
🎤 Vocals: Omen Fox
🖤 Visuals & Concept: Awesome Fox Music

🎶 歌詞 (Lyrics):

The path only the damned dare tread
Where bleeding feet are just another step
No love, No support, No mercy
Where suicidal thoughts forge the will to survive

This is not transformation
It’s rebirth through pain
To be feared for thinking different
To be hated louder than ever praised

This is war
The fucking endless war
And you a soldier without salvation

Fight or fall
Kill or be devoured
Choose your side now

Raise your fucking head, broken bastard!
You’re not dead yet
Each breath you take is proof
That change still burns in your fists

Be the cursed one who flipped it all
Celebrate each win like it’s your last gasp
Scream with the blood still left in your lungs
Outrun your demons
Outlive your fate

No one’s coming
No one's listening
The curse is yours alone to bear
But this pain is your crown
This silence your queen

This path is hell
But you made it yours
And in the ashes of every fucking no
You rose

Victory tastes like blood
And you licked the fucking floor to get here

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Fictional characters. Original music. No reposting.

Omen Fox - Path of the Damned

Lyrics 

Night shift hum on the river bend,
pine-sap smoke where the tall trunks end.
Belts cry thin and the teeth sing raw,
sawdust snow on our winter jaws.
Lanterns bloom in the timber hall,
boots keep time to the war-toms’ call.


From the rapids to the ridge we carry on—
iron in our hands, thunder in our song.


Raise the hum of the blades—saints of the saw.
Beat the war toms, shake the frost from the thaw.
Sparks like stars—let the forest sing.
Sawmill saints—let the timbers ring.


Chain-oil prayers on the knotted grain,
calloused lines where the years remain.
Steel-tooth chorus in D-minor roar,
hearts like hammers on the oaken floor.
River ghosts drum on the frozen skin—
old ones grin as the wheels spin in.


Hold the line through the cutting night—
shadows bow when the choir ignites.


Hei! Hei! [four to the floor]
Hei! Hei! [toms like war]


Raise the hum of the blades—saints of the saw.
Sparks like stars—let the timbers ring.


River, ridge, and the wheel’s bright wing.

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