Vessel of Whispers - Warlord's Echo

Описание: It moves within the shadows, beyond all light and law

(Verse 1)
There is a guest inside my mind, who entered through a flaw
It moves within the shadows, beyond all light and law
It feeds upon my moments of quiet, creeping dread
And twists the very memories inside my weary head.

(Pre-Chorus)
My own hands feel like strangers, a chill within the bone
A puppet made of sorrow, on a splintered, jagged throne.

(Chorus - Music erupts into intense, atmospheric dark metal with driving blast beats and tremolo-picked guitars.)
I am the Vessel of the Whispers, a temple for its plague!
My soul, a fading photograph, indistinct and vague!
This is the slow corruption, the hollowing inside!
There's nowhere left to run from it, and nowhere left to hide!

(Verse 2)
The face that stares from mirrors, it wears my skin and hair
But its eyes are cold and ancient, a bottomless despair
It speaks with my own vocal cords, to poison and betray
It wears my life around it, as it puts my soul away.

(Pre--Chorus)
My own heart beats a rhythm, a frantic, foreign drum
The person I once was is lost... I am what has become.

(Chorus - Even more desperate and intense than the first.)
I am the Vessel of the Whispers, a temple for its plague!
My soul, a fading photograph, indistinct and vague!
This is the slow corruption, the hollowing inside!
There's nowhere left to run from it, and nowhere left to hide!

(Bridge - Music shifts to a crushing, slow, doom metal tempo. Vocals become extreme.)
(Growl): Every treasured memory... erased and torn apart.
(Shriek): A parasite that feasts upon a cold and withered heart!
(Growl): There is no 'me' remaining... only this dark design.
(Shriek): The shadow that consumes me... its will is finally MINE!

(Guitar Solo - A chaotic yet melodic solo, filled with dissonant notes, fast arpeggios, and mournful, dark passages that reflect the internal struggle and final descent into madness.)

(Outro - Music fades back to the eerie, atmospheric soundscape from the intro. The voice is a dry, final whisper, as if the entity is now in full control.)
(Whisper): "My bones are now its home... my mouth is now its door... The one who lived inside here... isn't here... anymore..."
(A final, faint echoed whisper of "...anymore..." then complete silence.)

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