*(Verse 1)* Underneath the weight, the ledger’s bleeding red A mountain full of numbers crashing down upon my head Nowhere left to run, no savior in the dark So I walked into the auction with a desperate kind of spark A room of velvet shadows where the highest bidders deal Where fortunes turn to phantom and the ruthless are all real I thought I’d find an exit, thought I’d buy a second chance Instead I caught the gaze of him—and started down the dance. *(Chorus)* Azrael Thorne, walking through the fire Bidding on a soul to feed a dark desire He hands me salvation wrapped in chains of gold A blood-bound pact before the story’s told Is it a rescue, or a slow decay? He owns the night, and I’m the price he’ll pay Blurring the line between the ruin and the save Dancing on the edge inside a golden cage. *(Verse 2)* A stroke of midnight ink, a signature in red Now every word I write is fueled by what he said His mind games are a labyrinth, a whisper in my ear A velvet-coated threat disguised as safety from my fear Illicit power crackles just beneath his tailored suit A deadly game of chess and I’m the sacrificial fruit Rivals in the shadows watching every move I make How much of my freedom am I willing left to take? *(Chorus)* Azrael Thorne, walking through the fire Bidding on a soul to feed a dark desire He hands me salvation wrapped in chains of gold A blood-bound pact before the story’s told Is it a rescue, or a slow decay? He owns the night, and I’m the price he’ll pay Blurring the line between the ruin and the save Dancing on the edge inside a golden cage. *(Bridge)* Every dark secret is a shackle on my wrist A phantom in the mirror that I never can resist He calls me his muse, but a muse is just a ghost Trapped beside the monster that she needs the most The rivals close in, but he stands in the way Is he shielding my tomorrow or stealing my today? The deeper I fall into the shadow of his throne The more I realize I’m no longer my own. *(Guitar / Synth Solo - Dark, atmospheric, pulsing with tension)* *(Chorus)* Azrael Thorne, walking through the fire Bidding on a soul to feed a dark desire He hands me salvation wrapped in chains of gold A blood-bound pact before the story’s told Is it a rescue, or a slow decay? He owns the night, and I’m the price he’ll pay Blurring the line between the ruin and the save Dancing on the edge inside a golden cage. *(Outro)* Trapped in his shadow... Bound by the blood... Rescue or ruin? The line blurs to flood. Azrael... My muse, my master, my fate. Too late to turn back now.
