[Intro] Light paints trees... Bear feels ice embrace. Pulled back by tether... Home to the twisted place. [Verse 1] Ash coats tongue. Earth splits wide. Sky tears open—no moon to guide. Red light dead, the war complete, But lungs still burn. Still feel heartbeat. No gate home. No path to walk. World commands: "You don't go back." [Chorus 1] Bone cracks loud. Sky trembles raw. Myth-flesh walks by ancient law. Hurled through realms like battle-sin, Claws the void—it pulls him in. Twisted earth, starving trees, Wall-born eyes that never bleed. No name follows. No star leads. Only beasts with phantom needs. [Verse 2] Mountains pulse. Rivers sing. Backward priest serves hollow king. Salt-sky weeps. Wind wears flesh. Something grins through his own mesh. Lifts his paw—not his to claim. Metal gleams with unnamed shame. [Chorus 2] Stalk, stalk through dying mist, Each step cursed, each breath kissed. Nothing speaks but all things hear. Silence grows both fang and ear. Bone cracks loud. Sky trembles raw. He is rage without a cause. Dragged through flame, through ghost, through war— Hunt was key. This is the door. [Bridge] (Not death. Not dream.) Where monsters scream. (Not the only one called.) Simply... recalled. [Verse 3] Shadow shifts. Speaks his core— Not in words, but ancient lore. Doesn't bow. Doesn't flee. Hums the phrase that sets him free: "Stand tall or crawl below— Find the Priestess. Let her know." [Final Chorus] Stalk, stalk—no more flight. Twisting claims both day and night. Myths may kill and legends maim, But twisted things know your true name. Seek the voice. Seek the flame. Find the one who knows your shame. [Outro] Confession... calls.
