[Intro – whispering, eerie clock ticking] Open the vault... scratch through the vein... Ink runs black through the Collins name... [Verse 1] Pages peel where the serpents slept, Collins carved in the bone of debt. O’Collins ghost, Bower’s theft, Rothschild’s tongue in a stolen breath. Boston brimstone, sabbath cracks, Franklin’s grin where the witchfires black. Sara Aynn, wrapped tight in hex, Broke the bridal chains with death. Elven ash on a stained old sash, Scotland bled when the pact was cast. She crossed back draped in mist, Salt in her palms, blood on her wrists. [Hook/Chorus – slow and swaying like a haunted chant] 🎵 Bloodline snarled in a noose of fate, Whisper the name and the graves awake. Scratch the seal, let the serpent break, Van Duyn file — too late, too late. 🎵 [Verse 2] Todd and Putnam, sewn through tongues, Skull and bones in a cradle sung. Whitney’s ghost rode Harriman’s breath, Fed the Reich on American death. Thyssen's ledger stitched to sin, Prescott’s palms rubbed Hitler’s grin. Bushes sprouted from gutted trees, Ivy soaked in occult decrees. Payne’s veins spill Standard's oil, Vanderbilt gowns stitched in soil. Skeleton prayers in German steel, I paid Hitler — the ink's still real. [Hook/Chorus – repeat darker, with faint echo] 🎵 Bloodline snarled in a noose of fate, Whisper the name and the graves awake. Scratch the seal, let the serpent break, Van Duyn file — too late, too late. 🎵 [Verse 3] Cornelius sipped the devil’s stock, Averell's coin kept the war-clock locked. Prescott begged with broken hands, Harriman gilded his fall in brands. Whitney’s gold birthed iron beasts, Flicker and fuse in a blood-forged feast. Hit the anvil, break the spine, Still they chant through the family line. Elven echoes in Wall Street halls, Collins candles burn behind the walls. Carve the sigils, split the stone — The file breathes, and it calls you home. [Hook/Chorus – final stretched version, whispered backing vocals] 🎵 Bloodline snarled in a noose of fate, Whisper the name and the graves awake. Scratch the seal, let the serpent break, Van Duyn file — too late, too late. 🎵 [Outro – whispered, ticking fades out] Blood remembers... names forgotten... The scroll cracks open... And the storm has spoken.
