Hemomancy

[Intro] Veins remember what the mind denies Every drop is a contract signed [Verse 1] I cut the silence, let the ritual breathe Ink made of crimson, scripture beneath Pulse like a drum in a hollowed-out chest Every beat is a vow that I haven’t confessed Circles drawn where the shadows all kneel Symbols twist into something too real I don’t pray, I extract, I compel Turn each heartbeat into a personal hell Hands shaking—but not from fear It’s the power humming loud in your ears Every loss is a gain I reclaim Every drop has a voice and a name [Verse 2] I feel it crawling under my skin Every sacrifice that's pulling me in What I give is what I control But it’s starting to take its toll Blood magic — written in veins Every scar is the language of pain Trade life just to decide fate Every second’s a debt that I create Blood magic — no divine grace Just the cost of what I cannot erase I don’t heal, I reshape, I take Everything that I’m willing to break [Verse 3] Flesh is the key to the lock and the door I give a little just to open up more Spells drip slow from the edge of my blade Every wound is a choice that I made I don’t need light, I don’t need belief Only the rhythm of loss and relief Power doesn't come from the sky above It’s carved out deep from the things you love Memory bleeds when I whisper the phrase Time bends down in a violent blaze Faces flicker in pools on the ground Every life that I spent still around [Verse 4] Hear them calling out from within Every echo of where I've been I control it—or so I claim But it’s starting to learn my name Blood magic — written in veins Every scar is the language of pain Trade life just to decide fate Every second’s a debt that I create Blood magic — no divine grace Just the cost of what I cannot erase I don’t heal, I reshape, I take Everything that I’m willing to break [Verse 5] One drop… two drops… counting the cost Every gain measured by what I have lost Heartbeat slowing, but power grows The deeper it cuts, the deeper it knows I am the altar, the blade, and the key The price, the curse, and the currency There’s no god here—just what I have made A throne built out of what i have paid Say my name in each circle drawn Watch your lifespan become undone You don’t die—you transform instead Bound to the will in the blood that I’ve bled [Final Hook] Blood magic — I am the night Turn your darkness into my light Every drop is a burning thread Weaving my power from the dead Blood magic — I don’t ask, I take Every boundary left to break No return, no soul to save Only the power inside of your grave [Outro] Veins run dry - but the echo stays Magic lives in - the price we pay