De Bolt V1' Death ☠️

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[Intro – whispered]
(Unleggable voices)

[Verse 1]
Forrest plague creeping through the pane,
Silver sickle in the rain,
Footsteps echo down the hall,
Shadowed beings on the wall.
Clock strikes thin, the candle bends,
Every harvest has its end,
Cold wind blowing  on my  back,
Crossbone fingers where your at.

Pre-Chorus]
Your ledger’s ink is dark and deep,
You do not bargain, you do not sleep.

[Chorus]
Oh Death… slow your hand,
Leave me standing on this land,
Turn your hourglass away,
Give me one more borrowed day.
Oh Death… hear my breath,
I am not prepared for rest.

[Verse 2]
Mother’s cloth upon my brow,
Sweat like fever breaking now,
Feet like stone upon the sheet,
Heartbeat drumming slow retreat.
Preacher’s voice fades the air,
Children trembling in their prayer,
Coins and titles mean no more,
Dust collects beside the door.

[Pre-Chorus]
Your ledger’s ink is dark and deep,
You do not bargain, you do not sleep.

[Chorus]
Oh Death… close your book,
Spare a soul with one last look,
Let the reaping pass me by,
Let another season rise.
Oh Death… cruel guest,
Why press ice against my chest?

[Bridge – spoken over low drone]
You claim the mighty and the meek,
The proud, the broken, and the weak.
Deaths throne, dead tone of gold can land,
When winter grips the Cross bone hand.

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3 – Death’s Voice]
I am neither wrong nor right,
I am dusk devouring light.
Flesh to soil and soul to flame,
Every heart shall know my name.
I do not hate, I do not choose,
All are born and all must lose.
From first cry to final breath,
Every road runs into Death.

[Breakdown] (cracked voice) 
Scythe in the furrows of the field—
No shield of silver, none shall shield.
When the Reaper farms your breath,
All that’s met is what you left.

[Final Chorus – lifted, defiant]
Oh Death… wait outside,
There’s still fire I hold inside,
If I must walk into your night,
Let me walk there in the light.
Oh Death… hear me yet—
I am more than dying flesh.

[Outro – fading]
When the Reaper farms your breath…
Plant me deep…
And call it rest.

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[Intro – whispered] (Unleggable voices) [Verse 1] Forrest plague creeping through the pane, Silver sickle in the rain, Footsteps echo down the hall, Shadowed beings on the wall. Clock strikes thin, the candle bends, Every harvest has its end, Cold wind blowing on my back, Crossbone fingers where your at. Pre-Chorus] Your ledger’s ink is dark and deep, You do not bargain, you do not sleep. [Chorus] Oh Death… slow your hand, Leave me standing on this land, Turn your hourglass away, Give me one more borrowed day. Oh Death… hear my breath, I am not prepared for rest. [Verse 2] Mother’s cloth upon my brow, Sweat like fever breaking now, Feet like stone upon the sheet, Heartbeat drumming slow retreat. Preacher’s voice fades the air, Children trembling in their prayer, Coins and titles mean no more, Dust collects beside the door. [Pre-Chorus] Your ledger’s ink is dark and deep, You do not bargain, you do not sleep. [Chorus] Oh Death… close your book, Spare a soul with one last look, Let the reaping pass me by, Let another season rise. Oh Death… cruel guest, Why press ice against my chest? [Bridge – spoken over low drone] You claim the mighty and the meek, The proud, the broken, and the weak. Deaths throne, dead tone of gold can land, When winter grips the Cross bone hand. [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3 – Death’s Voice] I am neither wrong nor right, I am dusk devouring light. Flesh to soil and soul to flame, Every heart shall know my name. I do not hate, I do not choose, All are born and all must lose. From first cry to final breath, Every road runs into Death. [Breakdown] (cracked voice) Scythe in the furrows of the field— No shield of silver, none shall shield. When the Reaper farms your breath, All that’s met is what you left. [Final Chorus – lifted, defiant] Oh Death… wait outside, There’s still fire I hold inside, If I must walk into your night, Let me walk there in the light. Oh Death… hear me yet— I am more than dying flesh. [Outro – fading] When the Reaper farms your breath… Plant me deep… And call it rest.

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