歌词
(Verse 1)
A crimson sun bleeds through the ash-filled sky, a pallor hangs upon the air,
No birdsong breaks the silence, just the wind's mournful cry, a world consumed by despair.
Cities stand like skeletal giants, monuments to a life now fled,
The plague, a ravenous shadow, swept across the land, leaving only the dead.
(Chorus 1)
A lone figure walks, cloaked in shadows deep, Corvus, a name whispered on the breeze,
A scholar, haunted by memories he can't keep, seeking solace amongst the silent trees.
Was he cursed to survive, a witness to this desolate scene?
The last ember of humanity, adrift in a world morbid and obscene.
(Verse 2)
Through empty streets, Corvus wanders, a ghost amongst ghosts,
Graffiti screams unanswered pleas, on walls where laughter once arose.
Nature reclaims its dominion, as buildings crumble to dust,
A twisted beauty in the decay, a world consumed by relentless rust.
(Chorus 2)
Corvus searches for answers, in the silence a desperate plea,
A cause, a cure, a flicker of hope, to set his tortured spirit free.
But the libraries lie in smoldering heaps, knowledge lost to oblivion's hold,
The weight of a world on his shoulders, a story yet to unfold.
(Verse 3)
In a hidden vault, beneath the ruins of a grand museum,
Corvus stumbles upon a tome, a morbid and cryptic compendium.
It speaks of an ancient ritual, a desperate gamble for life,
A forbidden dance with fate itself, a gamble with a soul-stealing knife.
(Chorus 3)
Corvus wrestles with his conscience, the line between life and death blurred,
Can he bring back a world from the abyss, or is he forever unheard?
With a heavy heart, he gathers the tools, for the ritual's macabre dance,
A single chance to redeem humanity, a desperate, morbid trance.
(Bridge)
The air crackles with dark energy, as Corvus chants the forbidden rhyme,
A spectral wind whips through the ruins, a portent of a bygone time.
The ground trembles, a raven calls, a horrific light fills the air,
Will Corvus succeed in his gamble, or will he join the world he seeks to repair?
(Verse 4)
A gasp escapes his lips, a flicker of movement in the dust,
A single bird takes flight, a fragile symbol of life, but a cause for trust.
Slowly, the world begins to stir, a tentative green shoots from the ash,
Hope blooms anew, a fragile bud, a world reborn from a morbid clash.
(Chorus 4)
Corvus stands witness to a miracle, a world resurrected from the grave,
The weight lifts from his weary shoulders, the human spirit he did save.
Though the scars remain, a testament to the darkness they faced,
Life finds a way, a phoenix rising, a future forever embraced.
(Outro) (Instrument)
