Poe's Lament: The Raven's Shadow (Cover)

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(Verse 1)
In the shadowed halls of Castello, where the night never ends,
A raven's wing whispers secrets that the darkness befriends.
Born from the void, with eyes like forgotten stars,
Poe glides through the storm, healing the scars.
No blood on his beak, no curse in his cry,
Just a cloak of midnight, under a blood-red sky.
He soars o'er the graves where the fallen ones lie,
Reviving the lost, giving death a goodbye.
(Chorus)
Oh, Poe, the raven, the guardian of gloom!
Wings of revival in the gathering doom.
From the ashes you rise, with a caw and a call,
Turning defeat to a feast for us all.
Fly high, black feather, through the endless fray,
Poe, our savior in the vampire's play!
Caw-caw, the tide turns, the undead retreat,
In your shadow, sweet victory's beat.
(Verse 2)
He perches on shoulders of heroes half-broke,
A feathered familiar, no jest, no joke.
When garlic bombs burst and the holy water flows,
Poe dives through the horde, where the grim reaper goes.
He mends the weary, the whip-cracked and torn,
In the glow of the rune's fire, a new hope is born.
No fang can claim him, no curse can ensnare,
The poet's dark bird, with revival in the air.
(Chorus)
Oh, Poe, the raven, the guardian of gloom!
Wings of revival in the gathering doom.
From the ashes you rise, with a caw and a call,
Turning defeat to a feast for us all.
Fly high, black feather, through the endless fray,
Poe, our savior in the vampire's play!
Caw-caw, the tide turns, the undead retreat,
In your shadow, sweet victory's beat.
(Bridge)
Echoes of "Nevermore" in the thunder's roar,
A tribute to shadows that came before.
Through Mad Forest's thorns and the Dairy Plant's chill,
Poe's the whisper that bends fate to our will.
No gilded cage for this spectral flight,
He dances with death in the dead of night.
(Outro - Fading Chorus)
Oh, Poe... the raven... guardian of gloom...
Wings of revival... in the gathering doom...
Fly high, black feather... caw-caw, retreat...
Poe, eternal, in the vampire's beat...
(Soft caw echoes into silence)

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(Verse 1) In the shadowed halls of Castello, where the night never ends, A raven's wing whispers secrets that the darkness befriends. Born from the void, with eyes like forgotten stars, Poe glides through the storm, healing the scars. No blood on his beak, no curse in his cry, Just a cloak of midnight, under a blood-red sky. He soars o'er the graves where the fallen ones lie, Reviving the lost, giving death a goodbye. (Chorus) Oh, Poe, the raven, the guardian of gloom! Wings of revival in the gathering doom. From the ashes you rise, with a caw and a call, Turning defeat to a feast for us all. Fly high, black feather, through the endless fray, Poe, our savior in the vampire's play! Caw-caw, the tide turns, the undead retreat, In your shadow, sweet victory's beat. (Verse 2) He perches on shoulders of heroes half-broke, A feathered familiar, no jest, no joke. When garlic bombs burst and the holy water flows, Poe dives through the horde, where the grim reaper goes. He mends the weary, the whip-cracked and torn, In the glow of the rune's fire, a new hope is born. No fang can claim him, no curse can ensnare, The poet's dark bird, with revival in the air. (Chorus) Oh, Poe, the raven, the guardian of gloom! Wings of revival in the gathering doom. From the ashes you rise, with a caw and a call, Turning defeat to a feast for us all. Fly high, black feather, through the endless fray, Poe, our savior in the vampire's play! Caw-caw, the tide turns, the undead retreat, In your shadow, sweet victory's beat. (Bridge) Echoes of "Nevermore" in the thunder's roar, A tribute to shadows that came before. Through Mad Forest's thorns and the Dairy Plant's chill, Poe's the whisper that bends fate to our will. No gilded cage for this spectral flight, He dances with death in the dead of night. (Outro - Fading Chorus) Oh, Poe... the raven... guardian of gloom... Wings of revival... in the gathering doom... Fly high, black feather... caw-caw, retreat... Poe, eternal, in the vampire's beat... (Soft caw echoes into silence)

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