What the Serpent Wants
Female Voclas, Symphonic Metal, Gothic Metal,, Atmospheric, Intense, Orchestral, Djent
What the Serpent Wants
Female Voclas, Symphonic Metal, Gothic Metal,, Atmospheric, Intense, Orchestral, Djent
Lyrics
**UPDATE** The album is now available in my playlists, "The Veiled Affection".
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Hello Everyone,
This is the seventh and final song for the first album in the shared grimdark fantasy concept that I am working on with BlueEyedGuy. BlueEyedGuy will be doing the second album, he is working hard on it so please stay tuned. This first album will be called "The Veiled Affection", and I will let you know once it has been released. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this one!
Concept: BlueEyedGuy
Lyrics: Fractal
Music: Fractal
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Verse 1
Reimund waited, a snake in his lair,
A hungry triumph, in the cold night air.
He took the vase, with a greedy hand,
A wicked smile, across the land.
"Well done," he hissed, "my faithful pawns,"
And counted coin, in the dying dawns.
The silver glinted, a hollow reward,
For a sacred treasure, deeply abhorred.
Chorus
What the Serpent wants, the dark will pay,
To break the balance, steal the day.
The hidden wisdom, a poisoned grace,
Leaving shadows, in its place.
We gained our silver, lost our soul,
To fill a darkness, and make us whole?
Verse 2
The Vase of Zapa, now lost to the light,
Corrupted purpose, through the long night.
He watched us leave, with calculating gaze,
Lost in his Ophitian, heretical maze.
My usual triumph, felt thin and weak,
A strange emptiness, I couldn't speak.
Garrin stood silent, his magic dimmed,
A different future, now seemed hemmed.
Refrain
The grime of the city, the theft and the lie,
Reflected back, in a stolen sky.
The serpent's promise, a tempting lure,
Left us with questions, without a cure.
Verse 3
He took my arm, a gentle squeeze,
Judita, are you... at any ease?"
I looked at him, with eyes so cold,
A story written, centuries old.
The morning broke, a sickly gray,
As we walked away, from that dark day.
The vase was gone, the guild was paid,
But a different silence, now was made.
Bridge
The gears inside me turn and grind,
A different purpose I must find.
He says my name, a foreign sound,
On this polluted, broken ground.
The balance lost, the love is free,
What is the cost, for him and me?
Outro
A future now begins,
Uncertain, dark, with deeper sins.
And he still holds my hand...