[Intro – Low spoken, atmospheric, distant choir] The city was already dead when I entered… But something in the stones still remembered how to hunger. [Verse 1 – Slow, cinematic, heavy atmosphere] I came with a name that was never mine, A blade in service of a fading design. They sent me to cut out the root of the dark, But the dark was already written into the heart. I carried the faces of a wife and a son, Soft voices that vanished when the killing was done. I chased a prophet through halls of bone and dust, While the walls whispered secrets I was never meant to trust. [Pre-Chorus – Building tension] Every step deeper, the air grew thick, A mark began to burn beneath my skin. Something old… something hungry… Something that already knew my name. [Chorus – Grim, heavy, cinematic] Blood-Sin… A curse that binds the living to the dead. Blood-Sin… The weight of every lie I ever bled. I was a weapon forged for someone else’s war, Now the Dark has chosen me to carry it forevermore. [Verse 2 – Darker, more intimate] The prophet was not what they claimed he was. A son bound to a father by the same black cause. They wanted an ending, a clean sacrifice, To bury the curse and buy their child a life. But the city itself is the book of the damned, Every stone a page written in blood and sand. I saw the truth in the mirror of the void — That every side was already destroyed. [Bridge – Slow, spoken, almost prayer-like] I could have walked away. I could have left the Dark to starve. But the mark had already found its home… And the man I was had nowhere left to return. [Final Chorus – Bigger, more resigned and powerful] Blood-Sin… A curse that binds the living to the dead. Blood-Sin… The weight of every lie I ever bled. I was a weapon forged for someone else’s war, Now I walk alone… The last of the Dark… The Vagrant of the storm. [Outro – Fading, distant] No banner. No master. No home. Only the mark… And the long road.
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