Song Title: The Stygian Waters (Lake of the Demons) (Verse 1) Beyond the Gorge, where the winds sleep, Lies a mirror of silver, a secret to keep. The Lake of the Demons, a dark, glass floor, Where no boat has sailed to the distant shore. The Lord of the Sword, on the edge of the brink, Watching the stars in the black water sink. The mist is a shroud, the air is a chill, As the ghosts of the water are longing to kill. (Pre-Chorus) Cold hands are reaching from ripples of lead, The voices of traitors, the songs of the edge. "Join us," they whisper, "the surface is lies, Find peace where the light never hide." (Chorus) Lake of the Demons! Black water rising, The soul of the warrior, the darkness is prizing! Strike through the surface, break the reflection, Escape from the depths of this watery dungeon! The Lord of the Sword! He walks on the edge of the deep! The Lord of the Sword! While the spirits of Nehlawl weep! (Verse 2) He leads his steed through the treacherous mud, The scent in the mist is of ancient blood. From the center of waves, a leviathan wakes, The Lord of the Sword, not a single step shakes. The Rhageln of water, with scales made of night, Emerge from the bubbles to challenge his might. His blade cuts the fog like a sun-driven spear, For the heart of a hero has no room for fear! (Chorus) Lake of the Demons! Black water rising, The soul of the warrior, the darkness is prizing! Strike through the surface, break the reflection, Escape from the depths of this watery dungeon! The Lord of the Sword! He walks on the edge of the deep! The Lord of the Sword! While the spirits of Nehlawl weep! (Bridge) (The music turns slow and "aquatic" – lots of reverb and a haunting Electric Violin melody) Deep in the mirror, he sees his own face, But it’s twisted and old, in a lonely embrace. Is it a vision? A trick of the tide? Or the man that he was, before he had hide? (The drums explode into a fast "blast beat") NO! He shatters the image with steel and with bone, He is the master, he stands all alone! (Solo Section) [Harmonized Twin Guitar Solo - Neoclassical style] [Electric Violin Solo - representing the swirling water] (Verse 3) The surface is boiling, the demons retreat, As the fire of Enloydom burns in his feet. He reaches the bank where the black flowers grow, The Iron Citadel is now all he can know. The water behind him is silent and still, Another grim conquest, a test of the will. (Chorus) Lake of the Demons! Black water rising, The soul of the warrior, the darkness is prizing! Strike through the surface, break the reflection, Escape from the depths of this watery dungeon! The Lord of the Sword! (Outro) Dripping in shadow... Walking in light... The Citadel towers, a temple of night. The Lake is behind him... The End is in sight. (Sound of heavy, wet footsteps on gravel that slowly turn into the sound of marching)
