In twilight’s grasp, where shadows dance,
Where echoes whisper dark romance,
A city draped in crimson veils,
Where ancient lore and nightmare trails.
Beneath the moon’s cold, pallid light,
The beasts awaken, stir the night,
In cobblestone and ancient spire,
The blood of old ignites the fire.
From chapel’s heights to forests deep,
The cursed and blessed in silence weep,
Through fog and mist, the secrets lie,
As whispered prayers and laments die.
Oh, hunter bold, with eyes that gleam,
In fevered nights and waking dream,
The chalice beckons, abyss calls,
In labyrinthine, forsaken halls.
By lantern’s glow and blade’s swift gleam,
Through gothic dread and horrors unseen,
Seek hidden truth, the Great Ones’ grace,
In visceral dance, embrace the chase.
For in this realm where madness creeps,
And sorrow in each shadow sleeps,
Redemption lies in silence torn,
In twilight’s heart, reborn, reborn.
