[Verse 1] [Low piano, distant industrial echoes, hushed and heavy tone] Korvass sang with iron teeth, Every breath was smoke beneath. My mother’s law was steel and fire, A child’s heart drowned in her empire. Lessons carved in endless code, Chains of duty, heavy load. Yet even then I tried to find, A softer hand, a gentler mind. [Pre-Chorus] [Voice strained with longing, strings shiver like cold metal] And he was there — With gentle hands, a fleeting flame, Against the void of her disdain. He whispered strength, he gave me air… [Chorus] [Orchestra dark and thunderous, brass heavy, choir mournful] But the cable snapped, the fire roared, And the only love I knew was torn. She called him failure, less than dust, I broke my chains — I rose, I must. I am not her blood, not her command, I walked alone, I took my stand. [Verse 2] [Brooding strings, piano like grinding gears] Through the ports, the endless night, Counting ships and trading lies, No crown to guard, no fading right, Just hunger burning in my eyes. Every ledger, every plan, Steel of Korvass in my veins, Still I sought a steadier hand, A place to build, not serve in chains. [Pre-Chorus 2] [Voice firm, darker choir, tension rising like stormclouds] Then he was there — Magnus with a daring vow, He saw the truth, he saw me now. Not as a tool, but as someone rare… [Chorus 2] [Swelling orchestral weight, brass like war-drums, choir ominous yet proud] On the Dragon Noir, the guns still slept, But promise stirred where silence wept. I swore my oath, not bound by name, But by the fire we dared to claim. Not inherited, not decreed, But carved from void, a living creed. [Bridge] [Music stripped bare, piano cold, voice near-whisper, strings aching] I see her shadow in my ways, The cold command, the steel-lined gaze. But I remember too — The trinkets carved, the stars through haze. And so I guard, with mask of stone, A heart that waits, not all alone. [Final Chorus] [Cathedral-like reverb, orchestra and choir erupt dark and triumphant] For I am Barbaretta — hear, A name unchained, a voice made clear. Not D’Veyra’s heir, nor Korvass child, But Seneschal, fierce, un-reconciled. Every fleet that sails the night, Every ledger marked in light, Is not their past, nor faded trust — It is ours, the void, the just. [Outro] [Music sinks to shadow, low strings linger, final piano like tolling bell] Steel and love, both burned away, Yet from the ash, I found my way. Barbaretta, proud, unbowed — The Blackburn name, my oath, my vow.
