Heir of the Black Sting (soft version)

[Title: Heir of the Black Sting] [Intro – low drones / Arabian guitar / distant war drums] Hmmmm hhhuuumm Hhhaaamm [Whispered] The tomb was empty... The king was gone... But his venom remained in the blood... [Verse 1] Beneath the dunes where the dead winds crawl A name was carved in a buried wall Not in stone, not in gold But in veins of fire from kings of old The Scorpion throne was never lost It slept beneath the desert frost A crown of venom, black as night Waited for blood to claim its right [Pre-Chorus] Ya dam... O blood, awake... Ya raml... Let silence break... [Chorus] Heir of the Black Sting Born where the dead winds sing Venom in the blood of kings Awake, awake, the desert brings Heir of the Black Sting Crowned by the buried flame When the old battalion rises again They march in the Scorpion’s name [Verse 2] No priest could cleanse the ancient line No blade could cut the hidden sign The mark was sleeping under skin A curse that breathed from deep within His dreams were filled with tombs and cries With amber moons and burning eyes And every night the shadows came Whispering the Scorpion’s name [Pre-Chorus] Ya layl... O night, descend... Ya nar... Let fire begin... [Chorus] Heir of the Black Sting Born where the dead winds sing Venom in the blood of kings Awake, awake, the desert brings Heir of the Black Sting Crowned by the buried flame When the old battalion rises again They march in the Scorpion’s name [Interlude – ritual lyre / low female ghost chant] [Female ghost chant] Blood remembers... Sand restores... Kings may vanish... But death keeps doors... [Verse 3] Azrath saw the black star turn He watched the ancient sigils burn The lost battalion bowed as one Beneath the eclipse of a poisoned sun The heir stood still on broken ground As buried drums began to sound No mortal crown, no royal ring Only the mark of the Black Sting [Bridge – slow / ominous] He was not chosen by mercy He was not blessed by light He was called by the venom That survived the oldest night The king was dust The tomb was bare But something living Waited there [Breakdown – heavy / warlike] Bone to blade Blood to sand Dead men rise At his command Sting to crown Curse to king All shall kneel To the Black Sting No retreat No release No prayer No peace [Final Chorus – massive / layered guitars] Heir of the Black Sting Born where the dead winds sing Venom in the blood of kings Awake, awake, the desert brings Heir of the Black Sting Crowned by the buried flame When the old battalion rises again They march in the Scorpion’s name Heir of the Black Sting Rise from the ancient pain The king may fall, the flesh may die But the venom shall remain [Outro – fading drums / desert wind] [Whispered] The Scorpion King was never the end... [Final whisper] He was the beginning.