Page 26 – THE COLLINS BLOODLINE [Interlude]

Lyrics: (whispered over slow drum echoes) Shadowborn, blood-sworn, back through the veils of time, Dark seed sown, black thrones etched in bloodline, They ain’t myths — they the architects of ruin, The Collins name — ancient flames, still brewin’. Roots so deep they drink from the pits of hell, Eyes cold as the grave, masked too well, Old rites, black nights, oath-carved knives, Families bind, blood-sign contracts for life. Hidden in plain sight, the puppeteers smile, The lambs never see the wolves beguile, But we see 'em — Q Unit stay locked on target, The storm breakin' chains where the darkness started. (beat fades into heavy, distorted bass rumble)