[Verse 1 – Whispered, eerie and slow] Curtain falls on a blood-soaked stage, Ink and iron blur with rage. Blades that paint in red and gold, A marionette with a heart gone cold. Twirling death in satin thread, Smiling wide while filling dread. A master of this crimson play, Your final breath, his grand ballet. [Chorus – Triumphant, operatic rise] 🎵 Dance, oh puppet, in the flame! Twist in torment, curse your name! No strings above—yet still you swing, To Arlecchino’s reckoning! Laugh and lunge, then bow so deep, Pierce the heart, and make it weep! Blood is ink, and pain is art— Now let the show… Tear you apart! [Verse 2 – Faster tempo, mocking tone] Harlequin in rusted hue, Bleeds the stage in shades of blue. Flesh and steel in sweet duet, One misstep—you won’t forget. Eyes like glass, but grin so wide, Truth and lies are where he hides. Applause is screamed, the crowd unseen, Beneath the mask—what might have been. [Bridge – Slow, emotional undertone] Did you know him? Once a soul… Before the wires took their toll. Now he dances not for glee— But for the ghost he’ll never be. [Final Chorus – Grand crescendo, boss second phase] 🎵 Suffer well beneath the rose! As the artist’s fury grows! Limbs aflame and mercy gone, The masquerade goes on and on! Bleed your truth in hollow sound, He’ll carve the lies from battleground! The curtain falls, the crowd shall sing: "All hail the Blood-born King!" 🎭
