«Necromancer — Legion of Shadows»

Gothic alternative metal, dark-hymnal, symphonic

V6-MINI

[Intro — a single bell toll; low choir begins like a dark liturgy; distant war drums]
(Choir, chanting)
Name… name… a name instead of a number…
Who remembers the name — unbars the gate…
[Verse 1 — He (The Necromancer), deep dramatic baritone, restrained and theatrical]
They cursed me in daylight, they drove me out of the gate,
I asked for no crown — I took it myself, as brother to fate.
I went down to the barrows where dust of forgotten names lies,
And asked of the bones: «Are you weary of sleeping with no banner to rise?»
[Verse 2 — She (The First Soul, voice of the Legion), from beneath the earth, ghostly]
Who calls us not «army», but softly — by name?
Who brings us no fetters, but halves every pain?
We lay for whole centuries, no hearth ever warmed our cold sleep…
You first who remembered — and dust wakes alive from the deep.
[Pre-Chorus — duet interweaving, drums building]
(He) I bind you not with chains — I bind you with yearning…
(She) We march not for power — we march to your hand…
(Both) Let the world name it darkness — we march unreturning,
We follow our fate to its last command!
[Chorus — full symphonic choir + heavy guitars, duet soaring]
Legion of shadows — arise from the dust and the grave!
We are not malice — we are memory no chain could enslave.
To the living — a scourge; to the forgotten — the last hearth aglow:
The Necromancer raises his banner — and shadows rise where he will go!
(Choir, response) Rise! Rise! Names instead of numbers!
[Verse 3 — He, march rhythm]
My dead do not plunder — my dead keep watch over all,
They remember each grave, each forgotten refuge and wall.
The world fears not the bones — the world fears this one thing:
That the dead still remember — while the living remember nothing.
[Verse 4 — She, warmer, almost a confession]
You are no king above us — you are the first who stood by our side,
You share our every winter, you warm us with dreams from inside.
Let them call you the Calamity, let them write your name in the dark —
To us you are dawn underground, you are home — and a hearth — and a spark!
[Bridge — ritual: everything drops to choir, bells and whispers]
(Choir, slow)
Who am I? — A shadow.
Who am I? — Dust.
Who am I? — A name in the bones.
(He, whispered) I never asked to be the calamity…
(She, whispered) …but the world itself named us the doom.
(He, explosion, full voice)
I AM THE CALAMITY! I AM THE BORDER!
I am the one the world has unlearned to fear!
(Choir, maximum)
RISE! RISE! NAMES INSTEAD OF NUMBERS!
[Final Chorus — maximum: choir, pipe organ, timpani, both voices in thirds]
Legion of shadows — arise from the dust and the grave!
We are not malice — we are memory no chain could enslave.
To the living — a scourge; to the forgotten — the last hearth aglow:
The Necromancer raises his banner — and shadows rise where he will go!
(Choir, response) Rise! Rise! Names instead of numbers!
[Outro — sudden silence: one bell; his voice almost a lullaby]
(He, quietly)
Sleep, my shadows. I will not take my eyes from you.
I am your calamity to the world… and a lullaby for you.
(She, whispered) Names… instead of numbers…
(Choir, fading) …we remember… we remember… we remember…
[One bell toll; silence]

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[Intro — a single bell toll; low choir begins like a dark liturgy; distant war drums] (Choir, chanting) Name… name… a name instead of a number… Who remembers the name — unbars the gate… [Verse 1 — He (The Necromancer), deep dramatic baritone, restrained and theatrical] They cursed me in daylight, they drove me out of the gate, I asked for no crown — I took it myself, as brother to fate. I went down to the barrows where dust of forgotten names lies, And asked of the bones: «Are you weary of sleeping with no banner to rise?» [Verse 2 — She (The First Soul, voice of the Legion), from beneath the earth, ghostly] Who calls us not «army», but softly — by name? Who brings us no fetters, but halves every pain? We lay for whole centuries, no hearth ever warmed our cold sleep… You first who remembered — and dust wakes alive from the deep. [Pre-Chorus — duet interweaving, drums building] (He) I bind you not with chains — I bind you with yearning… (She) We march not for power — we march to your hand… (Both) Let the world name it darkness — we march unreturning, We follow our fate to its last command! [Chorus — full symphonic choir + heavy guitars, duet soaring] Legion of shadows — arise from the dust and the grave! We are not malice — we are memory no chain could enslave. To the living — a scourge; to the forgotten — the last hearth aglow: The Necromancer raises his banner — and shadows rise where he will go! (Choir, response) Rise! Rise! Names instead of numbers! [Verse 3 — He, march rhythm] My dead do not plunder — my dead keep watch over all, They remember each grave, each forgotten refuge and wall. The world fears not the bones — the world fears this one thing: That the dead still remember — while the living remember nothing. [Verse 4 — She, warmer, almost a confession] You are no king above us — you are the first who stood by our side, You share our every winter, you warm us with dreams from inside. Let them call you the Calamity, let them write your name in the dark — To us you are dawn underground, you are home — and a hearth — and a spark! [Bridge — ritual: everything drops to choir, bells and whispers] (Choir, slow) Who am I? — A shadow. Who am I? — Dust. Who am I? — A name in the bones. (He, whispered) I never asked to be the calamity… (She, whispered) …but the world itself named us the doom. (He, explosion, full voice) I AM THE CALAMITY! I AM THE BORDER! I am the one the world has unlearned to fear! (Choir, maximum) RISE! RISE! NAMES INSTEAD OF NUMBERS! [Final Chorus — maximum: choir, pipe organ, timpani, both voices in thirds] Legion of shadows — arise from the dust and the grave! We are not malice — we are memory no chain could enslave. To the living — a scourge; to the forgotten — the last hearth aglow: The Necromancer raises his banner — and shadows rise where he will go! (Choir, response) Rise! Rise! Names instead of numbers! [Outro — sudden silence: one bell; his voice almost a lullaby] (He, quietly) Sleep, my shadows. I will not take my eyes from you. I am your calamity to the world… and a lullaby for you. (She, whispered) Names… instead of numbers… (Choir, fading) …we remember… we remember… we remember… [One bell toll; silence]

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