
[Intro – Quiet, mournful synths] They say he saved us… But none of us ever saw the fire behind his eyes. [Verse 1 – Screamed] He carved their names in crimson lines, Each pupil bound to fractured signs. A guide, a warden, the blood-soaked flame— But no one dared to ask his name. They saw his calm, his strength, his might, But missed the shaking hands at night. The way he flinched at every scream— Still living inside that final dream. [Chorus – Clean, aching] There’s no peace behind that stare, Just ghosts that burn and fill the air. He never cried. He never broke. But every word he spoke was smoke. He taught us how to wield the pain… But bore the scars that still remain. [Verse 2 – Screamed] He wore the crimson not with pride, But as a mask for what had died. His wife, his light, the last he swore— They locked her soul behind that door. And when he passed the ritual on, A part of him was truly gone. He gave us fire. He gave us fight… And bled beneath the teaching rites. [Pre-Chorus – Clean, whispered] He never asked for thanks or song. He knew that what he did was wrong. But someone had to take the flame… And burn before we knew his name. [Chorus – Clean/scream blend, rising] There’s no peace behind that stare, Just ghosts that burn and fill the air. He never cried. He never broke. But every word he spoke was smoke. He taught us how to wield the pain… But bore the scars that still remain. [Bridge – Downtempo, screamed from the heart] He never healed. He never slept. He bore it all and still wept. But not for him — for us, the damned— For every soul he trained by hand. HE DIED ALIVE. AND LIVED IN FLAME. AND NONE OF US… REMEMBERED HIS NAME. [Final Chorus – Clean, slow, heart-wrenching] He showed us how to fight, not feel, To bind our wounds and call it steel. He wore our grief like sacred art— A sigil inked upon his heart. So if I fall and rise again… Let them say it with no shame: I learned to suffer like he did— Because Shaldoreth never hid. [Outro – fading whispers] Of sigils… And suffering… We were the curse. He was the offering.

