The End (feat. BABYMETAL)

The End (feat. BABYMETAL) (2025 VERSION)

"Echoes in the Fog" - The climax of Abberline’s journey. Guided by Crowe’s final ciphered messages, Abberline discovers the ritual to sever the entity’s grip: the vessel must die, and another must bear the curse. In a derelict church drowned in fog, Abberline faces Crowe, who flickers between monstrous host and pleading friend. With the pendant shielding him, Abberline drives the ritual blade home, granting Crowe release while binding the Codex’s curse into himself. As Crowe whispers his final thanks, the veil shudders and closes, but whispers still linger in the fog. Abberline, marked and forever changed, steps into the night as both detective and vessel—the hunter and the haunted.


[Intro]
The veil hangs torn, the city bleeds,
The Codex whispers ancient creeds.
A voice of man, a god disguised—
The final truth revealed to my eyes.

[Lyrical Intro]
The cipher led, the path was shown,
Through blood and ash, through flesh and bone.
One vow remains, the blade must fall,
To break the chain, to end it all.

[Verse 1]
I found his words in walls of stone,
Each line inscribed, yet not his own.
A faded photo, shadows weep,
His family’s secrets buried deep.
The pendant glows, the knife is near,
The fog resounds with what I fear.
His eyes reveal a fractured soul,
A man undone, no longer whole.

[Chorus – soaring cleans with gothic choir]
Echoes in the fog—his voice remains,
A soul in torment, bound by chains.
Echoes in the fog—his plea, his name,
I end the rite, I bear the flame.

[Interlude
So bind the flesh, so break the seal,
The Codex burns, the wound won’t heal.
So mark the skin, so call the night,
The host must fall to end the rite.

[Verse 2]
“Do it!—free me now,
The god has claimed what I allow.
These hands are not my own to guide,
The shadow waits, it will not hide.
Strike deep, my friend, the stars converge,
The knife the key, the blood the surge.
The fog will howl, the Codex feed—
Through me it reigns, through me it bleeds.”

[Pre-Chorus]
I hold the blade, my hand will shake.
(You must strike true—for both our sakes.)
The veil resists, the Codex cries—
(This is the end—its grip denies!)

[Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—the bond I sever,
One man redeemed, one cursed forever.
Echoes in the fog—the soul is freed,
The god recoils, yet clings to me.

[Bridge]
Zorath’nim! (unbind the chain!)
Mor’thak keleth! (death-words remain!)
Corpus fractum! (the flesh must die!)
Anima mea! (the soul will rise!)

[Breakdown]
Strike! The gate resounds!
Fall! The host unbound!
Burn! The Codex sears!
Bind! I bear its fears!

[Final Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—his voice departs,
The night still binds, it grips my heart.
Echoes in the fog—her blood, his plea,
One soul set free, one curse on me.

[Extended Outro]
“Thank you, Frederick…”
“Forgive me, friend…”
The pendant burns, the Codex brands,
Its scripture carved into my hands.

The fog recedes but not for long,
Its whispers weave an endless song.
I step alone, the night my shroud,
A vessel born, the curse a vowed.

Tenebris aeternum… (eternal dark)
Domine Umbra… (lord of shadow)
Anima fracta… (broken soul)
VINCIT UMBRA! (THE SHADOW WINS!)

[Outro]
I walk these streets where silence weeps,
I am the vessel the Codex keeps.
Echoes in the fog—they call, they bind…
I hunt the dark… yet it is mine.

Ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhhhh...
Ohhhh... ohhhh... ohhhhhh...
Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmmmm...

Echoes in the Fog

No matter which side you are on this was messed up and we should be using words not bullets.

What Happened (RIP Charlie)

She hides behind her quiet eyes

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1]
I kept my kindness blunted, filed down to fit the room,
til the room grew teeth and called itself a womb.
You measured my worth by the quiet of my throat,
then sold me a raft with holes for a boat.
I traced the fault lines running under your grace—
contracts in cursive carved into my face.
A lifeline shouldn’t be a leash on the wrist;
I bit through the braid when the rope turned to fist.

[Pre-Chorus]
I won’t be the soft place your violence lands,
not the velvet beneath your iron plans.
If mercy has bones, let it keep them intact—
I’m done bleeding for your sacred act.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!

[Verse 2]
You called my boundaries “barbed” when they cut your demand,
yet wore a crown of thorns and said it was “the plan.”
You sanctified harm with the right kind of light,
but holiness breaks where it hides what it bites.
I kept receipts inked under the skin—
ledgers of nights I refused to give in.
When “peace” was a muzzle, and “care” was a cage,
I learned to spell “freedom” in bone and in rage.

[Pre-Chorus]
If truth is a field, I’ll harvest it raw—
no more pruning the thorn to flatter the law.
If hope is a ladder, let each rung be real;
no painted ascent, no counterfeit steel.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!!

[Bridge]
If grief is a coastline, then time is the tide—
it takes and it gives, but it will not decide.
I plant my fingers in the granite of dawn,
and pull the whole day up like a song.

Hold—hold—hold the stone.

Home—home—home in bone.

YOUR GENTLENESS WAS A GLOVE FOR THE KNIFE.
I’M DONE HIDING THE BLOOD THAT PROVES I’M ALIVE.

[Final Chorus]
So I grow claws where I once grew doubt,
grip in the gale till the thunder runs out.
If love lights a fire, let it warm these flaws—
not remake me smooth, but honor the claws.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
When you call it “order” while you tighten your jaws—
I’ll keep my throat,
and keep my claws...

Claws Ft.OracleCat

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WE ARE LEGION / LEGIONAIRE — collective war chant versus the lone warrior’s oath.

Hero — the emotional centerpiece: “I need a Hero to save my soul.”

NEW HELL — the title track, descent into torment and rebirth through fire.

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SAVE ME FROM MYSELF

Been playing guitar and bass since I was a kid.  Gradually transitioned to learning keyboard and drums as well.  Started writing my own songs when I was 15.  I’ve written well over 1000 songs in my lifetime . I'm a fully functioning studio and work with various musicians worldwide. I enjoy working with all genres.  Im registered with ASCAP and hope and pray daily someone will buy my songs. Check out my website at rorydavidmusic.com. Soundcloud claims you can sell vinyls on here, I'm trying to sell 2.  I have ISRC numbers for every song yet they are making life a living hell, so I'll probably find a different site soon.

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Rory David