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A tale forgotten. A hero forsaken. Once hailed as the Hellgate’s Guard, he vanished into shadow. Now the gate opens again… and he returns. This original Viking Metal track tells the story of a scarred warrior, once a savior in a war against demons, now mocked and forgotten by those he saved. When darkness rises again, he steps forward – not for glory, but because it is needed. 🎧 Powerful riffs, strong vocals, and dark visuals bring this legend to life. ⚔️ Let the fire burn – The Masked One walks again. 🔔 Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe if you enjoy metal storytelling songs! 📷 Story slideshow created with original digital artworks Lyrics He walks alone through silent streets, Where laughter fades and shadow greets. Children whisper, elders stare, They mock the mask, but none would dare. His coat is torn, his boots are cracked, The world moved on, the past unpacked. Statues crumble, names erased, Their savior gone, his tale replaced. ⸻ They once called him the Hellgate’s Guard, A soldier burned and battle-scarred. He watched the flames devour the sky, Yet stood when better men would die. He sealed the gate with blood and bone, Then vanished, cursed to walk alone. The world rejoiced, forgot his name, And left him burdened, bent with shame. ⸻ But now the ground begins to shake, The sky ignites, the forests break. A crack appears, the red light flares, The demons rise in smoke and prayers. The people run, they scream and flee, No savior left… or so they see. Until one form stands tall and still, Upon the hill – against the hill. ⸻ His steps are slow, his breath is tight, The years have dulled his strength and might. But in his hand – the old blade gleams, A relic torn from blood-soaked dreams. He drops the cloak, removes the brace, Unhooks the mask from off his face. And though they gasp, too stunned to scream— He walks into the fire… unseen. ⸻ No tales are told of how it ends, No witness stood, no song ascends. But some still say, when nights grow black… The masked one walks. And he’ll come back. #VikingMetal #DarkFantasy #TheMaskedOne #MetalStory #OriginalSong #Hellgate #EpicMetal #AIArt #MetalBallad