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THE FINAL NIGHTS is a prophetic lament spoken from the height of the old blood. Seen through the eyes of an elder, this song is not about power or glory, but about what comes after—when lineage thins, laws fail, and the curse no longer obeys those who once mastered it. Thin-bloods are not portrayed as heroes or monsters, but as signs. Unfinished. Unbound. Living evidence that the night itself is changing. Lyrics: I measured the blood in sigils and flame Gave every hunger a numbered name We carved the night into circles and laws Believed the abyss would follow our cause We mapped the curse from crown to grave Taught the dark what it meant to behave Then something breathed where lineage dies And the future stared back through borrowed eyes No throne will claim them No rite will bind They slip through the cracks Of a sanctified line These are the final nights Read the blood, read the signs When the curse grows thin It forgets its design No chosen blood No crowned remains Just diluted heirs In a vanishing name They walk in daylight we swore was death Still drawing hunger with borrowed breath No ancient choir sings them whole No covenant etched in the marrowed soul We called them error, refuse, decay Mistakes that time would wash away Yet every age repeats the sign When power fades, the blood declines They do not kneel They do not pray They do not rot The proper way These are the final nights Read the blood, read the signs When the curse grows thin It forgets its design No chosen blood No crowned remains Just diluted heirs In a vanishing name We waited for trumpets We waited for kings For prophecy wrapped In apocalyptic things But endings do not announce their name They arrive unfinished And stay the same Unbound Unblessed Uncorrected These are the final nights Read the blood, read the signs When the curse grows thin It forgets its design No last command No sacred flame Only diluted heirs Who outlive the name I have read the stars I have bled the page The future does not fear us It simply outgrows our age