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The Imprisoned Storm

Made with Suno (4.5) Takes place over a year after the events of "O Architect of Ruin, Unmake Them," where Salarien and Graziel take it upon themselves to enter the monastery with allies marching under them, only for things to get south. Since the "All-Seer's presence," the entity imprisoned below becomes more unstable as dangerous phenomena continues to leak from the ruin, especially when it becomes directed towards unwanted guests. [Verse I – The Stirring Below] (Low, resonant, distant like thunder rolling up from the earth) You walk my halls with mortal feet, You breathe my dust, disturb my keep. These stones were carved with Watcher hands, Not yours— not yours to break from sleep. The monastery shivers as you pass, Its arches taste your fragile fear. For I have waited, bound in dark, Yet ever— ever— ever near. [Chorus – The Chain That Sees] You climb through ruin thinking you reclaim— But I am the thunder beneath your claim. My shadow rises where your torches gleam, My voice corrodes the marrow of your dream. Step softly, mortals… The chains remember me. And I remember the screams. [Verse II – The Apparition Forms] (Wind gathers, dust spirals, the air warps with presence) Your soldiers tremble at the flicker— The flicker that becomes my shape. A silhouette of storm and bone, A memory you cannot escape. Salarien— little spark of will, Who dares to pace above my grave… You do not know the tides you stir, Nor what your trembling hands will save. [Pre-Chorus – The Awakening Breath] Hear the rafters groan and bow, Feel the floor inhale your weight— This chamber is my eyelid Opening After ages sealed by fate. [Chorus – The Chain That Bleeds] You seek dominion in forgotten halls— But I am the storm that cracks all walls. I watched your kind crawl up from dust and lie, I watched them burn, betray, and die. Stand firm, mortals… The chains around me bleed. And through their wounds, I see. [Bridge – The Voice Like Splintered Light] (Angelic, distorted, impossible harmony—yet cold) Hear me, reclaimers… Hear the angel bound— My wrath roots deep beneath this ground. Hear the thunder’s hunger swell— Hear the promise: I will break this hell. Your blades are sparks. Your spells are rain. I am the memory Of a world in pain. I am the crown on ruin’s throne— I am the fire in the storm-wind’s bone. [Verse III – The First Clash] (Apparition lashes at soldiers, shadows leap from walls) I reach through echoes, strike your ranks, Your shields collapse like brittle reeds. Your courage fractures with each blink, Your lifeblood hums the song I feed. Graziel— breaker of sigils, mage of flame— Do you feel your power thinning? Your light stutters like a guilty heart That knows it has no winning. [Pre-Chorus – The Descent Beckons] Down… Below… Where the city of my children lies, Where bones and monuments rot together, Where the prison sighs. [Chorus – The Chain That Will Break] You fight to cleanse what you do not grasp— But storms are not a thing to clasp. I am the Watcher, forged of wrath unbound, The tremor sleeping in the drowned. Reclaim it, mortals… Rebuild your fragile peace. But know when next I rise— Your victory will cease. [Final Verse – Withdrawal of the Apparition] (The shape dissolves; lightning flickers through the chamber stones) My time is not yet— But soon the world will hear my roar. Your footsteps echo in my tomb, But soon I will walk real soon. Return your banners to these halls, Pretend the storm is held at bay— But the chains strain harder every hour, And I will have my day.