[Slow Tempo] [Acoustic Guitar] [Whistle] [Rain Ambience] [Intro – Spoken / Echoing] Woooo… Listen… to the frost whisper in Eastgarde… A tale of snow… shadow… and blood… This is my story… my curse… my Winter’s Crest… woooo… [Verse 1 – The Noble’s Descent] Born of silver halls… charm in my veins… Rick Flair… the noble son… dreaming endless dreams Gilded halls… candlelight… laughter that rang like bells But whispers followed… shadows slithered Nekra… the Night Mother… calling… always calling… I walked the corridors… seeking what mortals fear Power… immortality… forbidden knowledge… I found Odoc Zylmys… the Lich King… woooo… He saw me… the hunger… the fire… And welcomed me… into the cold embrace of darkness… [Pre-Chorus – The Seduction of Darkness] Candles flicker… Blood drips… I fell… I rose… The rites… the whispers… The night fed me… And I… I became more than mortal… Woooo… [Verse 2 – Vampiric Transformation] The shadows drank my fear… the fire of ambition… Eyes bleeding crimson light… Flesh cold… heart still beating, yet… dead inside I walked among the living, charming, smiling But beneath… hunger… claws hidden beneath gloves My name… Rick Flair… reborn… The Midnight Courtier… lord of whispers and frost Every mortal tie… severed… every bond… a chain broken I feed on the weak… the curious… the greedy… woooo… [Chorus – Winter’s Crest Horror] Snow falls… heavy and silent… Candles burn in empty halls Woooo… The Midnight Legion rises… And I… I am its shadow… Forever loyal to Nekra… The Night Mother… The Winter’s Crest… my stage… My curse… my kingdom… Woooo… [Bridge – Alliance with the Arch Lich] Odoc smiles in the darkness… His laughter… colder than ice Together… we spread the frost Clandestine rituals… whispers to the void… Every soul a note in our symphony of night I move among nobles, merchants, fools… A predator in the winter snow… Woooo… [Verse 3 – Mortal Ties Severed] Family… friends… shadows in my rearview All lost… all pawns… all whispers in the wind I walk the halls alone… But never lonely… The dead follow… The Legion waits… Every candle… every breath… every snowflake… Reminds me… I am both curse… and king… I am the Midnight Courtier… Woooo… [Outro – Servitude to the Night Mother] Nekra… hear me… Every night, every frost… I serve Every shadow… every winter’s night… I weave my legacy into Eastgarde’s halls I am immortal… I am lost… I am Winter’s Crest… woooo… Snow falls silent… Candles flicker one last time… Woooo… Merry Winter’s Crest…
