///***/// [Instrumental] It was a cold, misty night Streetlights flickered, the world stood watch The moon hung sharp like a silver knife Every step a whisper, darker, alive Red eyes cut straight through the haze Ancient hunger in his veins, a cursed art He walks where no living soul can stand They still tell the tale of a vampire called Fate [Pre-Chorus] Heartbeat deep in the dark Fate circles in, ready to clash Two damned souls, no way back Something wild is hunting its tracks [Chorus] A vampire called Fate Hunting under dying stars A werewolf named Lust With scars that burn Eyes like steel, the air thick with rage Only one leaves this night still stained A vampire called Fate And the moon splits in two [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Lust stepped out of the broken light Golden eyes, no trace of restraint Breath like thunder, fists held tight Two monsters at the gate between hell and time Claw on shadow, fang on fire Howls tear apart the midnight choir The walls shake hard, the moment freezes When immortality demands its price [Pre-Chorus] No prayers left, no pleading sound Only instinct, only resistance now Even the fog holds its breath in fear This is the end — for someone here [Chorus] A vampire called Fate With a cold, crimson grin A werewolf named Lust Lost the war within They tore at the night till it gave and fell And one fell silent before dawn’s bell A vampire called Fate And the night bows low [Bridge] Silver dreams turned into dust The moon wept softly for Lust Ash and echoes on empty ground No victor’s crown, no sacred sound Fate stood still, his gaze weighed down Grinning for a second Fangs glisten in the moonlight Another name carved into forever Victory tastes bitter, sweet the same Another soul claimed by his reign [instrumental] [Breakdown-Spoken] The night doesn’t choose heroes. It chooses who remains. [Final Chorus] A vampire called Fate Still walks where legends fade A werewolf named Lust Just another debt repaid The mist rolled on like nothing had been But the darkness knows what it has seen A vampire called Fate Still hungry. Still damned. [Outro] Cold, misty night… Another myth — born dead. [Instrumental]
