The Knife and the Mirror || A Vampire the Masquerade (Tzimisce) Inspired Song скачать в хорошем качестве

The Knife and the Mirror || A Vampire the Masquerade (Tzimisce) Inspired Song

Draw near and listen — welcome to the music of the Wyrdwood. ⚠️ Content Warning This piece contains themes of body horror, blood, and disturbing imagery. What happens when a master of flesh cannot perfect himself? Inspired by the gothic horror of Vampire: The Masquerade, this song follows a Tzimisce fleshcrafter confronting his own reflection. Though a master of Vicissitude, able to sculpt bone, muscle, and skin into monstrous beauty, he is haunted by a cruel truth: perfection forever escapes him. Lyrics: Stand still... Stand still and do not flinch. Do you hear that cracking sound? That's me failing again... You were closer yesterday Before I split the bone too wide Before the muscle began to scream Before the nerves had frayed and... died! Why isn't it working? My siblings shape themselves like saints Their bodies calm, precise They step into perfection- I step into the knife! The floor remembers every drop I’ve fed it through the years The earth knows all my flaws by now And I'm trapped here with my fears. The curse is not this hunger Nor the grave I have to keep- The curse is that I know perfection And it knows how to retreat! I feel it twitch when I cut too deep! You felt it, didn’t you? It was right there You almost had it! I carve until the blood runs thin! I break myself to start again! Every masterpiece I raise- Sags and splits beneath my gaze! It’s wrong It’s always wrong It won't bleed true. Won’t hold. Won’t bend. I break it. AGAIN! Perfection is a living thing- I swear! I had it in my hands! It ran from you! Guest and host are bound by law By threshold, blood, and bone. I must ask permission of my flesh As though it weren't my own! I’ve flensed myself to genius! (To ruin!) Layer after careful layer I cut out every flaw I saw And found WORSE waiting there! My clan-mates wear their final forms-- I peel and stitch and peel again And never know when to stop! My ancestors watch through my veins! Through marrow split and wet. They ask me why my hands still shake? Why I'm not finished yet!? I cut away the failure! I grind the bone to shine But the flaw is not the flesh that breaks The flaw is MINE! I stitch and shape and bleed! Still it will not yield to me! It dies before it can be me! Another failure! No—no—don’t look at them! Don’t think of their hands! So steady So clean! Their bones fall into place-- Mine fight me! You fight yourself. I remember the shape! I swear I do! Liar Liar! Hold still... HOLD STILL! Cut again! If I tear you back to the screaming start? If I pull the bone out and ask again? If I drown the mirror in red?! LOOK AT YOU! Will perfection stop running? Or will it peel itself loose? Like skin in water? Like skin in water! LIKE SKIN IN WATER! I am Tzimisce, hear the name WRITTEN IN FLAYED SKIN! Still unfinished. Still staring back with faulty eyes! Perfection is my living blade Vicissitude my curse, my trade! I unmake muscle, nerve, and bone Till I don’t know which parts are home! No home! No end! If others reach their final face Then I will bleed to chase it! Chase it! CHASE IT! Always Look at me. Not enough No— Never. ...I must cut... Deeper. 🌿 Human-born, AI-bloomed (Suno, Chatgpt, Vizzy)