[Verse 1 – low, cold fury awakening] The game of the gentle has run its full course, now violence awakens, I tap its dark source. I breathe out the hexes that crawl through their skin, I curse every heartbeat, I curse every sin. My rapier gleams with a sinister light, green flames lick the steel as I enter the fight. [Refrain – swift and lethal, voice cutting like steel] They lunge at my phantom, they hack at the air, the illusion I wove stands mocking them there. While blades bite the nothing, my real strike descends, hexed fire erupts and their storybook ends. They scream at the specter, they rage at the shade, as I carve through their ranks with the price they have paid. [Verse 2 – steady, precise, the predator closing in] They circle the false me, their fury unbound, I slip through the chaos, no footstep a sound. My hexes are weaving, their limbs turning slow, their eyes fill with terror as true weakness grows. The rapier flashes, a blur in the gloom, verdant flames trailing, delivering doom. [Refrain – swift and lethal, voice cutting like steel, getting louder, music getting louder] They lunge at my phantom, they hack at the air, the illusion I wove stands mocking them there. While blades bite the nothing, my real strike descends, hexed fire erupts and their storybook ends. They scream at the specter, they rage at the shade, as I carve through their ranks with the price they have paid. [Verse 3 – rising louder, triumphant menace] The warlock strikes truly, no mercy, no pause, illusion now shatters to thunderous applause. Of death and of vengeance, the hex is complete, my blade drinks their essence, their end bittersweet. They fall where they stood, still swinging at ghosts, while I claim what is mine from the ones I hate most. [Final Refrain – begins with savage satisfaction, ends in chilling finality] They lunged at the phantom, the ghost that deceived, my illusion now crumbles as none are reprieved. I stand midst the ruin, the victor alone, retribution fulfilled on a blood-reddened throne. The wolf has discarded the sheep’s fragile hide— and violence has won with their final choked cry.
