[Intro: Deep, ambient synth pads building, layered with the low, ominous pulse of a tribal drum. A soaring, melancholic lute melody weaves over top—unmistakably Sep's signature style. Suddenly, a jarring, fast-paced double-bass blast beat shatters the calm, accompanied by chugging guitar riffs simulating a void tearing open.] [Verse 1] A streak of pitch across the gloom, a blur of living ink Smearing fast through shadow realm, racing on the brink Painted face and vicious form, skittering through the grey Until a wondrous, haunting sound brings the Wrekkoner to a stay The ink bleeds thick, the silhouette stops, rising from the floor Spitting darkness from his teeth, with a tune not heard before! A haunting lute? A silver pipe? Resonating deep A song of raw, forgotten grace where shade and echo creep! [Pre-Chorus] [Wrekkoner snarling, low and gravelly] WHAT IS THIS SOUND THAT PIERCES THE GLOOM?! WHAT MUSIC FILLS THIS SILENCE WITH BOTH WONDER AND DOOM?! You show yourself, darkened weaver of melodic threads! I'll match and raise you a healthy dose of dread! [Chorus] [discordant menace] [time signature 11/8] This intricate sound struck me. From travel did I break, To duel with roar and thunder, THE SHADOW PILLARS SHAKE! Clashing in the darkness, DRUMS OF TERROR ROAR! RESONANCE UNLEASHED, SILENT SHADOW-RELM NO MORE! (SHATTER THE HOUR! REVEAL THE POWER!) [Verse 2] Sep brings the melody, intricate and grand Wrekkoner begins his flurry, a beat with primal hand A vicious complex rhythm, to overwhelm the tune But Sep loops the strings to match, a spellbinding typhoon! The music resonated the void, vibrations start to ring Bleeding forth lost memory in the song they sing Sparking off the shadow realm, a tare in gloomy sky TEN THOUSAND FORGOTTEN SPELLS COLLIDE IN WAILING CRY! [Bridge - The Revelation] [Tempo slows to a pulsing, syncopated groove. Sep's instruments swirl violently around the beat, creating a tribal music effect] Look into the resonance! See the magic bleed! Every Shadowbard of old, this entity they feed! A ballad here, a countersong, an echo left behind— Ten thousand ghost-notes woven, body, soul, and mind! Not born of flesh, not forged in fire, but formed from cast-off sound! Eldritch life from Bardic strife had spawned on gloom-lit ground! SEP IS THE MUSIC! THE MUSIC IS ALIVE! THROUGH TEN THOUSAND SPELLS, THE SHADOW-NOTES SURVIVE! [Drum / Lute Dual Solo] [A lightning-fast trade-off between heavy flurries of drumming and a blistering, virtuosic lute solo with sitar accompaniment] [Chorus] This intricate sound struck me. From travel did I break, To duel with roar and thunder, THE SHADOW PILLARS SHAKE! Clashing in the darkness, DRUMS OF TERROR ROAR! RESONANCE UNLEASHED, SILENT SHADOW-RELM NO MORE! (Shadow Pro-ject-shun! Our reflection!) [Outro] [The heavy riffs gradually fade into a pulsing drumbeat, leaving only Sep's lute echoing in the void] Born from the residue, forged in the chime... Two kings of the darkness, bound by rhythm and time! Shadow! Entity! Polymorphic! Projection! [Wrekkoner roaring as the track cuts out] PLAY ON, SHADOWBARD! [Final heavy crash cymbal and lingering bass hum]
