(Verse I) In the vale where the moonlight weeps, And silence strangles sacred sleep, He rose from ashes, starless-born, Blade in hand, from twilight torn. Armor black with glint of flame, NightGlow carved into his name, He walks where even gods feel dread— A champion crowned where dreams lie dead. (Chorus) Fulghor! Wreathed in whisper, cold and grim, Bearer of the dusk within. With every strike, the dark takes wing— The Nightreign bows, and shadows sing. (Verse II) Not of grace, nor golden light, He forged his oath in endless night. The fallen flock, the cursed kneel low, To glimpse the will of NightGlow’s glow. He slew the seers who spoke in flame, He crushed the saints who praised the name— Of false-gold thrones and radiant chains, He left them all to rot in shame. (Chorus) Fulghor! Herald of the silent tide, Breaker of the flame-born lie. He dances where the stars won't go, Steel and sorrow in shadow’s glow. (Bridge) Oh, they begged the light to save them, Oh, they wept beneath the pyres… But Fulghor’s vow was never mercy— Only cold, enduring fire. (Final Chorus) Fulghor! Echo in the void’s cruel hymn, Final breath of dusk-wrought kin. Through shattered realms his name shall grow— The Champion crowned by NightGlow’s woe. (Outro) “Let not the sun reclaim its throne… For in his step, the dark has grown…”
