Chains of Oblivion female version

[Intro] (low chant, distant drums) Not hell. Not heaven. Not mercy. Only doors. [Verse 1] The gates breathe red where the world grows thin, iron skies bend inward. Mortals kneel with shaking hands, begging names they should not whisper. Dremora march with burning eyes, clannfear scream through broken stone. A soul can sell itself for power, then wake up chained and still alone. [Pre-Chorus] They do not love. They do not save. They crown the proud, then dig the grave. Every bargain has a blade, every gift becomes a chain. [Chorus] Oblivion calls—do not bow! Raise your voice against it now! Fire, shadow, blood, and bone, Princes carve their will in stone. Oblivion calls—but we rise! Through the ash, through the lies! Let the dark gods hear our cry: we are not slaves before we die! [Verse 2] Mehrunes Dagon breaks the towers, red ruin in his hand. Molag Bal drinks wills like water, turning kings to dust and command. Boethiah smiles through betrayal, Mephala weaves the hidden thread. Sheogorath laughs in silver thunder, where reason cracks inside the head. [Pre-Chorus] They do not sleep. They do not fade. They wear the mask their hunger made. Every shrine has blood beneath, every oath has sharpened teeth. [Chorus] Oblivion calls—do not bow! Raise your voice against it now! Fire, shadow, blood, and bone, Princes carve their will in stone. Oblivion calls—but we rise! Through the ash, through the lies! Let the dark gods hear our cry: we are not slaves before we die! [Bridge] (Daedric litany, darker and heavier) Azura waits in dusk and dawn, Nocturnal guards the key unseen. Hermaeus Mora fills the deep with eyes where books have always been. Hircine hunts beneath the moons, Namira feeds where rot is sweet. Vaermina poisons sleeping minds, Sanguine laughs at ruined feet. Clavicus Vile trades wish for wound, Peryite counts the crawling breath. Malacath stands with oath and exile, Meridia burns the hollow dead. [Breakdown] (slow, crushing) Scamps in the smoke. Saints in gold. Seducers whisper. Atronachs hold. Mortals kneel. Mortals bleed. Oblivion gives… but takes the seed. [Final Chorus] (huge, uplifting, defiant) Oblivion calls—do not bow! Raise your voice against it now! Fire, shadow, blood, and bone, Princes carve their will in stone. Oblivion calls—but we rise! Through the ash, through the lies! Let the dark gods hear our cry: we are not slaves before we die! [Outro] (fading chant) Not hell. Not heaven. Not mercy. Only doors. And behind each door… a Prince remembers your name.