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In Chapter VI, the debt stops hiding in the shadows. “The Bargain’s Price” finds the narrator finally face-to-face with Mare, the Dream Reaper, as she lays out exactly what his wish has cost. No more poetic warnings, no more veiled hints—just the cold math of the pact he begged for when he asked her to bring his love back. Every heartbeat he stole now has a signature. Every night she walks beside him, something else is taken: strangers’ dreams, borrowed futures, small quiet tragedies that all trace back to his desperation. Mare doesn’t gloat; she just reminds him he agreed. The question is no longer what does it cost? but how much more is he willing to pay? Musically, this chapter sinks into slow, crushing doom and death-doom: towering riffs, growled verses like a verdict, and a chorus that feels like signing your name in blood for the second time. Lyrics: I felt her breath against my face, But cold as iron, sharp as lace. Her touch once warm, now dripped with frost, A hollow echo of the cost. Her laughter cracked the mirror’s skin, A song that bled from deep within. I reached for her—she pulled away, A marionette of broken clay. The price was written in the dark, In blood and ash, in torn-apart. I spoke the wish—I forged the chain, Bound her soul to endless pain. Dreams are graves we choose to dig, Puppets born on shattered strings. I bartered light for ghostly breath, I bought her life... and sold her death. Her eyes, once stars, now voids of glass, Her smile, a wound that will not pass. She speaks in riddles I can’t solve, A shell of love that won’t evolve. Torn from slumber, cursed to weep, She’s trapped inside the endless deep. Every kiss a jagged lie, Every touch a muted cry. Dreams are graves we choose to dig, Puppets born on shattered strings. I bartered light for ghostly breath, I bought her life... and summoned death. The bargain’s price was written clear... But blinded by love, I failed to hear. #Myrkholt #MyrkholtBand #martröð #TheBargainsPrice #heavymetal #darkmetal #doommetal #deathdoom #progressivedoom #atmosphericmetal #horrormetal #darkfantasymetal #metalopera #conceptalbum #storydrivenmetal #dreamreaper #FaustianBargain #resurrectionhorror #icelandicmetal #undergroundmetal