[Intro – whisper-sung over ambient echoes] They found him in the dust, Steel in his hands, Fire in his veins, And no one to welcome him home. [Verse 1 – soft, haunted, distant] He walked where no man walked again, Eyes aglow with sins of flame. A farmer once, with soil-stained hands, Now a shadow carved in chain. The world moved on while he stood still, Beneath the stone, beneath the will. The demons died, the bells were rung, But no one mourned the blade unsung. [Verse 2 – building, like a whispered sermon] They say he had a wife, a child, Before the fel, before the wild. They say he chose the cursed path, To keep the dark from breaking past. Stormwind laughs and drinks its peace, But never speaks of the deceased. The man who gave and broke and bled— Now nothing more than what they dread. [Pre-Chorus – breathy, tense] He is not gone, not laid to rest, Not ashes scattered with the blessed. He roams the streets that knew his name, But none dare speak what he became. [Chorus – erupting, full force] He is the wound beneath the crown, The howl beneath the holy sound. The war they won but left to rot, The name they buried, The soul they forgot. He is the silence in their song, The right that burned to prove them wrong. A blade once blessed, now turned and damned— The ghost that walks a broken land. [Verse 3 – low and intimate again] A child plays where demons fell, Unknowing of his living hell. He watches from the city’s breath, A relic not allowed his death. They say his voice has long gone cold, His heart replaced by iron old. They fear his eyes, they fear his name— But he remembers just the same. [Bridge – screeched in agony, layered with echoes] They prayed for peace! He gave them pain! They wore the light! He took the stain! They sealed the gate! He lost his soul! And no one stayed… To make him whole! [Final Chorus – slow, aching, almost funereal] He is the wound beneath the crown, The truth that all their lies drowned. The war they never dared confront, The name they buried— Still bearing the hunt. So if you hear a whisper near, And feel the weight of unseen fear… Don’t run. Don’t breathe. Don’t call it sin… For Eris walks. And he walks within. [Outro – fading into silence] They left him behind. But the soil still knows his name.
