[intro - melodic] I call the whispers of the dying Fates, To tear the veil on the legend's mortal dates. The magic burns, a vision sharp and grim, A life so tragic, a spirit borne of cruel whim. [chorus - gritty] Orwell Novash! The puppet to the gods! A mind made broken, against all earthly odds! Brother Novash! A life of shame and pain! He reached for justice while he was bound by his chain! [verse - gritty] The cosmic strings began to pull and fray, A cult's design, to make his family pay. A bloody puppet, a dagger in the neck, Each kill a scar, his soul a mangled wreck. He tore apart the guilty to feed his grand design, He was a weapon, his mind a shattered shrine. [chorus - gritty] Brothers Novash! The masked lords in the dark. But Orwell’s thirst for murder had left its bloody mark! Orwell Novash! His victims cannot hide. As mighty priest of Oghma, all walls he sees inside. [solo] [bridge - melodic] Discovered by his brother in the final hour, And he spoke the truth of their blood soaked power. He bowed his head in reverence, faced the bitter end, To pay for crimes he never could defend. He'll die for his crimes in secret, a final act of grace, A silent knife buried in a forgotten place. [chorus - gritty] Orwell Novash! Your secret has been spilled! You will not fight your brother, who found names for all you killed! Brother Novash! Your sacrifice in vain! Though chronicler, your story strangled by the chain [Outro - spoken narration] In secret, his brother Alukar confessed his own role in the wicked play. Only after Orwell's execution would Alukar also perish for his hand in the countless crimes. Alukar's asylum still holds many secrets of the Brothers Novash... but that is another story. [breakdown]
