A Bloodsoaked Symphony

Birth of the Butcher

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Manhunt

Axe Of Kindness

Axe of Kindness

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Cut Off The Head

Cut off the Head

The King In The Dust

BURNING DOWN PARIS [PROD SNGG]

In the hush of midnight’s dreary veil
Where shadows whisper, weak and frail
A tapping stirs the silent air
A fleeting guest—yet none is there
Only echoes, soft and bare
Murmur low, “No more, beware.”

In bleak December’s fading glow
Each ember casts its ghostly show
I seek to flee the sorrow’s sting
A name unspoken, lost to spring
Her radiance dim, no angels sing
Forever gone, no offering

The curtains sway, their silken cry
Ignites a dread I can’t deny
My heart, it pounds, repeats the plea
“Some stranger knocks, it must be thee.”
But darkness greets my opened door
A void that whispers,“Nevermore.”

Deep in that black, I stand and peer
Dreams of mortals quake with fear
The stillness holds no fleeting sign,
Save one soft word, a faint design.
Her name I breathe, the air’s reply
A shadowed echo, cold and sly

The raven comes, with stately grace
No bow, no pause, it claims its place
Above my door, its eyes like flame
A lord of night, without a name
Its voice, a blade, cuts through the lore
One word it speaks:“Nevermore.

So leave me now, this shadowed fiend
Your cursed word has torn, has leaned
Take back your plume, your lie, your sting
And let my heart no longer cling
Yet still you sit, unmoved, severe
Your shadow binds me—ever here

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