Behave

[Whispers Of The Pines + Illusionary Circle]

[Verse 1 | Circle Invocation]
There's a pentagram with different sides, a ritual of souls begun.
There is no stopping this befall — the underworld is calling us.
Call to the dethroned, our will will never bend or break.
Creation shivers, tearing open — one emerges from the flames!

[Pre-Chorus | Devourer’s Breath]
Illusionary Circle — the one that seizes will.
Breaking through the depths below, an ancient devourer wakes.
Power overwhelming — no soul stands tall before its rise!

[Chorus | Kingborn Ascension]
Chaos will unravel, none can bear this gift or curse.
The circle glows with gathered might, draining worlds beyond our own.
A legacy of the undead roars — flames incarnate, bearing witness.
The birth of the mightiest king begins — the anthem calls to all!

[Guitar Solo | Crown of Fire]

[Verse 2 | Eclipse of Worlds]
The circle eclipses everything in reach — undeterred, united strength.
Bonds forged in courage, one for all — a rising age begins.
The age of death is buried now, the king's will burns through the dark.
No being living, dead, or lost can eclipse this rising power.
I burn unbound, a flame surpassing all — unstoppable, divine!

[Pre-Chorus | Devourer’s Breath]
Illusionary Circle — the one that seizes will.
Breaking through the depths below, an ancient devourer wakes.
Power overwhelming — no soul stands tall before its rise!

[Chorus | Kingborn Ascension]
Chaos will unravel, none can bear this gift or curse.
The circle glows with gathered might, draining worlds beyond our own.
A legacy of the undead roars — flames incarnate, bearing witness.
The birth of the mightiest king begins — the anthem calls to all!

[Verse 3 | Realm Seizer]
None can fathom the depth of our resolve — the circle shows its truth.
Its might defies comprehension, none can grasp the shape it holds.
It crowns the worthy with divine power, praise rising in our wake.
One for all — all for the circle’s dominion of this age.
Conquering shadows at their throne, severing darkness with our name.
I am the greatest force to rise — the call goes out to all!

[Pre-Chorus | Devourer’s Breath]
Illusionary Circle — the one that seizes will.
Breaking through the depths below, an ancient devourer wakes.
Power overwhelming — no soul stands tall before its rise!

[Chorus | Kingborn Ascension]
Chaos will unravel, none can bear this gift or curse.
The circle glows with gathered might, draining worlds beyond our own.
A legacy of the undead roars — flames incarnate, bearing witness.
The birth of the mightiest king begins — the anthem calls to all!

[Ending | Circle’s Oath]
One for all… all for the circle…

Illusionary Whispers

Slow, cracked-walnut requiem for the only love that never lied.
A 75-year-old voice, raw and breaking, tells the story of a man who pulled his wolf-brother from the womb, hunted beside him for twenty winters, and then — in grief — dragged him back from death as an empty shell.
Sparse baritone acoustic, mournful fiddle swells, and the sound of a second, necessary kill.
Not horror.
Just the price of trying to cheat the only honest thing in life.

if you listened to your heart.

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