Darkon’s Undying Lord - Azalin Rex v2 (Cover)

[Intro music - Slow, ominous organ melody layered with whispering winds and faint tolling bells builds gradually with deep, rumbling strings.] [Verse 1 - Somber strings with a slow, creeping piano melody and faint echoes of distant choirs.] A wizard born in lands of dread, Who sought the secrets of the dead. Arcane pursuits turned bold hearts bled, And bound him fast in chains instead. [Verse 2 - Low, sustained strings, punctuated by heavy drum beats like a heartbeat fading to silence.] A pact was struck, ambition’s fire, A litch arose from mortal pyre. But knowledge waned, the spells expire, The mists consume each dark desire. [Chorus - Choir vocals swell with chilling harmonies, underpinned by a deep, resonant organ.] A ruler cursed, a mage undone, Knowledge gained, but freedom none. The mists may part, but never free, For the Dark Powers laugh at me. [Verse 3 - Dark, pulsing strings with dissonant chords, suggesting tension.] In Barovia’s vale, beneath the moon, I faced a lord whose wrath was ruin. Two tyrants bound by fate’s dark tune, In hatred’s shadowed, cursed cocoon. [Verse 4 - Haunting flute and strings weave a tragic melody.] Darkon’s throne, a barren prize, A kingdom ruled by hollow lies. Its soil rots as my power dies, While stars fade dim in endless skies. [Chorus - Choir vocals swell with chilling harmonies, underpinned by a deep, resonant organ.] A ruler cursed, a mage undone, Knowledge gained, but freedom none. The mists may part, but never free, For the Dark Powers laugh at me. [Verse 5 - Driving percussion paired with frantic strings to emphasize frustration and struggle.] I’ve crafted spells, I’ve woven schemes, Yet magic crumbles, dashed are dreams. No truth is found, no vision gleams, The curse denies what wisdom deems. [Verse 6 - Fading strings echo forlornly, accompanied by soft, irregular chimes.] Each broken plan, each fruitless spell, Becomes my cage, my living hell. Through Darkon’s halls, my failure tells, The mists rejoice where shadows dwell. [Chorus - Choir vocals swell with chilling harmonies, underpinned by a deep, resonant organ.] A ruler cursed, a mage undone, Knowledge gained, but freedom none. The mists may part, but never free, For the Dark Powers laugh at me. [Outro - The organ returns, playing a slow, descending scale as whispers of laughter fade into silence.] The mists rise high, the mists fall deep, Through endless years, I’ll never sleep. A litch’s throne, a kingdom steeped, In shadows vast, where horrors creep.