© 2026 Zax Dezignz Distributed by United Masters All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited. The ancestral manor crumbles in the rain, Portraits of my lineage scream in silent pain. Wolves howl from the forest that surrounds the estate, A bloodline curse no holy rite can abate. Chandeliers sway though no wind stirs the air, Silver crosses tarnish with my despair. Every full moon drags me back to the same hell, A monster wearing my forgotten shell. I am the last heir to this shadowed throne, Bones shifting under skin and muscle sewn. The Gothic halls remember every scream, This family curse lives on inside my dream. Servants fled when they first heard the roar, Now only ravens tap upon the door. I chain myself beneath the chapel floor, Yet every dawn I wake with blood once more. The walls are weeping with my ancient sin… This family curse lives on inside my dream… © 2026 Zax Dezignz Distributed by United Masters All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited.
