So, the song is about one of my old characters - Vesper Raven who is a dark sorcerer with goals to achieve more powers and knowledge. He is self oriented. He is not a villain though. In the criminal world he is known as Vesper Raven. Publicly he is known as Vincent^^ Idea about fusing Vesper and Vincent (born as Persona here) sparked during my conversation with Xirbaf. Thanks, bro for poking my lazy brain~! ======================================================================== In the heart of night where shadows reign, There lived a man playing wicked game. Eyes aglow with a felon's fire, Master of deceit, the dark empire's sire. Whisperer of the night, Crimson gaze sets dark alight. In feathers black as the void, His schemes are laid, enemies toyed. A puppeteer in a world of strings, He pulls them all, the lord of kings. Through the backstreets, he moves unseen, A ghostly figure, both feared and keen. His whispers like a silent tread, His word — a line between life and death. Whisperer of the night, Crimson gaze sets dark alight. In feathers black as the void, His schemes are laid, enemies toyed. A puppeteer in a world of strings, He pulls them all, the lord of kings. A scholar's front, A benefactor's guise, But beneath the mask, A devil's eyes. He pulls the strings In the city's core, A silent warlord Of the criminal lore. So heed the raven's ominous cry, For where he lurks, the end is nigh. A mastermind with a raven's soul, In the world of crime, he takes his toll. Whisperer of the night, Crimson gaze sets dark alight. In feathers black as the void, His schemes are laid, enemies toyed. A puppeteer in a world of strings, He pulls them all, the lord of kings. So heed the raven's ominous cry, For where he lurks, the end is nigh. A mastermind with a raven's soul, In the world of crime, he takes his toll. Whisperer of the night, Crimson gaze sets dark alight. In feathers black as the void, His schemes are laid, enemies toyed. A puppeteer in a world of strings, He pulls them all, the lord of kings. With your raven's call, stands so fierce, stands so tall. Yet in the silence of his lair, who knows what dreams he dares to bear? So let the world spin its tale of fear, For Vesper Raven is always near. A shadow cast, a legend grown, In the heart of night, his throne's his own.
