Vayne - The Night Hunter [cinematic universe translation-rework]

[Intro] ... [Pre-Verse] In the golden manor, all the screams were chained, The smile of a demon on the walls remained! My parents died in a crimson flood... They left behind a legacy of dread! And I swear my vengeance, and a love that lies dead! [Verse] Demacia sleeps, blind to what the shadows own... But I could feel early how this curse had grown! Between books and bleeding wounds, I forged my will... In the shade of all my losses, rose a ruthless thrill! [Pre-Chorus] Between the Beast and my faith, my lone path is drawn, In the ache of memory, my fate marches on! A solitary crusade, no turning back... For every demon in this world must face attack! [Chorus] Vayne, the Hunter of the Night! The crossbow thunders, and vengeance takes flight! Vayne, the Hunter of the Night! Vengeance is cold, but it always bites. She seeks no glory, no mercy shown, Only silence falling when the mark is gone. [Verse 2] In Freljord’s winter, I found lessons carved in ice, Among beasts and monsters, I made sacrifice. Frey was my tether, almost a mother’s hand, But shadows uncovered what none could withstand! The love that had cracked, an arrow that flew, The bolt from my crossbow, left hatred as truth. Deception and lies cannot forever stand, Even masters crumble when a demon’s at hand. [Pre-Chorus] The burden is endless, etched into my skin... Every scar’s a vow that drives the darkness in! Moonlight’s pale gaze sharpens how I see... No demon in Runeterra will roam free! [Chorus] Vayne, the Hunter of the Night! The crossbow thunders, and vengeance takes flight! Vayne, the Hunter of the Night! Vengeance is cold, but it always bites. In the hush of midnight, there is only pain, I will never rest till each demon finds a grave in my domain. [Verse 3] [Breakdown] Through the alleys of dusk, I track every sign, Every fallen shadow Demacia calls mine. From Freljord’s blizzards to lands where chaos thrives, I do not hunt beasts... I hunt the lives behind. A forsaken cult, a demon crowned on high, Within my crossbow’s sights, its end will draw nigh! Between twisted horns and laughter feral and vile... The hunt keeps on raging... Until I carve out its last exile! [Pre-Chorus] There is no release, there is no return... With every arrow, older ghosts still burn! If the night stays endless, so does what I’ve begun... Through the crossbow’s glare, I deliver judgment done! [Chorus] Vayne, the Hunter of the Night! The crossbow thunders, and vengeance takes flight! Vayne, the Hunter of the Night! Vengeance is cold, but it always bites. There is no resting, there’s no absolution... Only endless hunting, only execution!