Song inspired by Michael Creeper’s artwork. Check out his project on ArtStation.
[Verse 1]
Bound by shadows, hands on steel,
Echoes of a promise we can’t repeal.
Once protectors, now lost in the night,
Serving a curse, in an endless fight.
Our hearts have turned to ashes cold,
Stories of honor that we can’t unfold.
Blades whisper sorrow, shadows creep,
But the vow we made, it never sleeps.
[Pre-Chorus]
Ghosts of the past, we march through the fire,
Driven by a vow that will never expire.
Under the weight of a shattered sky,
We fight for a king who will never die.
[Chorus]
You can’t kill what’s already gone,
We rise with the dusk, and fade with the dawn.
Silent screams in the night, no escape from this war,
We’re the shadows that linger, the soldiers of lore.
We fight on forever, no breath and no pain,
Bound to the dark, in the Wither King’s reign.
[Verse 2]
Cold eyes watch as the living run,
Chasing their fear till the battle’s won.
The fire in our hearts died long ago,
But the curse pulls us forward, slow and low.
Memories buried in graves of stone,
Armor stained with the blood we’ve known.
Our swords sing sorrow, a haunted tune,
Under the curse and a blood-red moon.
[Pre-Chorus]
Ghosts of the past, we march through the fire,
Driven by a vow that will never expire.
Under the weight of a shattered sky,
We fight for a king who will never die.
[Chorus]
You can’t kill what’s already gone,
We rise with the dusk, and fade with the dawn.
Silent screams in the night, no escape from this war,
We’re the shadows that linger, the soldiers of lore.
We fight on forever, no breath and no pain,
Bound to the dark, in the Wither King’s reign.
[Bridge]
And if the dawn could break our chains,
Would we remember, or stay the same?
But no light touches our broken souls,
Just the cold command that takes control.
[Chorus]
You can’t kill what’s already gone,
We rise with the dusk, and fade with the dawn.
Silent screams in the night, no escape from this war,
We’re the shadows that linger, the soldiers of lore.
We fight on forever, no breath and no pain,
Bound to the dark, in the Wither King’s reign.
[Outro]
Ruthless, fearless, under his name,
Cursed to the darkness, we play the game.
You can’t kill what’s already dead,
We are the whispers, the words unsaid.