Clone of the Serpent 40k

Post-grunge, soaring alt-rock ballad with spiritual undertones, driven by layered guitars and powerful vocals, Starts atmospheric with a clean guitar riff that feels reflective, then builds into full-bodied choruses with distorted chords and dramatic drum crashes, Emotional vocal delivery, balancing vulnerability and righteous defiance, Expansive reverb, giving the sense of a vast cathedral or echoing hall, to capture the marble imagery, Dynamic rise-and-fall with a dramatic bridge that pushes intensity higher before collapsing into a haunting outro

[Verse 1] I never touched the poisoned blade Yet venom lingers in my veins His shadow carved into my skin A serpent’s hymn I never sang The mirror shows a stranger’s face A beauty born of borrowed grace And every whisper pulls me down Into the ashes, into the crown [Chorus] I never chose this fire Yet it burns in me the same Carrying the fall of another’s name Rise like a phoenix, burned but tired Though I’m innocent, I breathe his fire Every whisper cuts like stone An echo of the serpent, never my own [Verse 2] They see the gleam, they fear the mark I walk a line through light and dark A child of marble, doomed to break For sins I never learned to make I never wore his crown But the weight is mine to bear A ghost of glory, a silent snare [Chorus 2] Fall like a phoenix, bound in pyre Though the serpent’s curse is my attire Every chain I wear is thrown From a throne of ruin that’s not my own [Bridge] The walls remember what I forget The stain of blood, the serpent’s debt I am not him, but I can’t escape The marble breathes with his disgrace I am the silence in the scream The fractured truth between the dreams [Chorus 3] Fly like a phoenix, wings of fire I won’t bow beneath his choir Every echo breaks, I’ve grown No serpent’s shadow can claim me as his own [Chorus] Born as a phoenix, through the fire In his ruin, I’ll find desire Though the marble sings his tone I am the phoenix reborn Am I the shadow, or the light Am I the curse, or the fight The echo lingers, carved in bone But I am not him. I stand alone.

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