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Vengeance Paladin | The Guilty Tremble When I Pray

A Vengeance Paladin's prayers used to heal. Now they sharpen into blades. A DND class music confession about an Oath of Vengeance that consumed the light it once carried. He heard them crying in the rain, but justice never came. So he swore his blade would bear their grief, and vengeance carved itself into him. He walked through ashes seeking truth—but truth kept pointing back to blood. The guilty tremble when he prays now, because his prayers are sharpened weapons. The light he carried lost its warmth and left a shadow in its place. He once believed he served the gods, but now the gods won't speak to him. He hunts because the hunt feels right—and right is something he can't trust. Mercy died the day they did. ⚔️ PERFECT FOR: DND Oath of Vengeance Paladin players exploring moral descent Campaigns about justice becoming obsession Character backstories where righteousness turns dark Anyone who's crossed the line in the name of what's right 🎧 Subscribe for more DND class music and subclass confessions. 🎵 LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/38ytM... Lyrics & Concept: Medieval Confessions Music Production: Suno AI Artwork: Leonardo AI #DND #VengeancePaladin #DNDClassMusic #Paladin #CharacterMusic Lyrics: I heard them crying in the rain, but justice never came for them. Their names were fading in the dark, and mercy died before the dawn. I swore my blade would bear their grief, I swore my wrath would guide the night. No hymns could quiet what I felt, so vengeance carved itself in me. I walked through ashes seeking truth, but truth kept pointing back to blood. Each step grew heavier with lies, and every lie demanded steel. Their faces lingered in my hands, long after all the blades were sheathed. I felt their ghosts behind my eyes, reminding me why I must kill. The guilty tremble when I pray, because my prayers are sharpened now. The light I carried lost its warmth, and left a shadow in its place. I once believed I served the gods, but now the gods won’t speak to me. I hunt because the hunt feels right, and right is something I can’t trust. I don’t know when justice ended, or when revenge became my home. I only know the man I was would fear the man I’ve chosen now. So carve my oath upon their stone, and let the righteous step away. I am the Vengeance they embraced— and mercy died the day they did.