Seven days beneath the grave
Breathing dust, choking on the past
Yet something, refused to die

From the hollow of the broken ground
He claws through ruin without a sound
Skin like death, bones barely whole
But fire still burns inside his soul
A chain once wrapped around his throat
Now hangs like fate that never broke
It dragged him down, it held him tight
But did not steal his final fight

Emerald eyes begin to glow
A storm awakens far below
No prayer, no light, no saving hand
Only wrath to command

From darkness he rises, reborn in pain
A king of nothing, with nothing to gain
No voices calling, no home remains
Only vengeance flowing through his veins
In the dark where the lost ones crawl
He becomes the terror above them all
No mercy left, no soul to save
Only the path that fury gave

The night reveals a lifeless land
Burned to silence, ash and sand
No name remains, no echo stays
Just ghosts of long-forgotten days
A single tear cuts through the grime
A fragile break in endless time
He lifts his gaze to starless skies
Where even hope itself has died

Names engraved inside his mind
The ones who left this world behind
Each syllable a sharpened blade
A debt that will be paid

From darkness he rises, reborn in pain
A king of nothing, with nothing to gain
No voices calling, no home remains
Only vengeance flowing through his veins
In the dark where the lost ones crawl
He becomes the terror above them all
No mercy left, no soul to save
Only the path that fury gave

He falls asleep where shadows breathe
The void becomes his only wreath
Creatures linger, yet stay away
As if they fear what wakes in day
No crown, no throne, no guiding hand
Yet something bends at his command
A silent force, a primal throne
A predator, now fully grown

They feel him
They know him
They bow, without a fight

From darkness he rises, no longer the same
A harbinger forged in sorrow and flame
The world abandoned now calls his name
As kingdoms tremble before his claim
No light remains, no heavens above
Only a shadow that swallowed love
The end begins with every breath
He walks the road that leads to death

Toward the citadel, step by step
Not for justice
Not for peace
But for something far more cruel

A reckoning, without end