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Copyright / Rights © 2026 — All rights reserved. This audiovisual work (music, lyrics, and visuals) is copyrighted by the channel owner. Unauthorized re-upload, redistribution, or use is prohibited. Lyrics In temple light we stitched the torn, while thunder sounded like a warning horn. Refuge and ash in borrowed beds, salt on the lips of sleepless heads. The holy guard was worn to bone, their banners gone, their numbers thinned. No one said "trap," but we all knew: a city weakened gets devoured. No blessing signed, no gates obeyed, we walked where law is late and frayed. If night owns streets, then night would learn how hard our hearts could twist and burn. Stone and iron, ink and bars, Telithos hides its teeth in scars. We do not chase glory, do not ask why, we only run where people die. Hold your breath. Hold your nerve. The storm is writing what we were. The prison doors were open wide, no torch, no shout, no guard outside. A courtyard painted red and black, a monument made out of flesh. Not bodies fallen, bodies stacked, a shrine of gore in butchered dress. Wings like knives cut through the rain, great bats the size of men went wild. We struck in bursts of steel and flame, and every cry came back in echoes. Inside the cells the dwarf broke steel, ribs of iron snapped like reeds. He freed the black-scaled kin of storm, and both came out with bleeding needs. One beast tried lifting her to sky, to drag the hunter into clouds. She split herself in phantom light and slipped the talons, low and proud. Stone and iron, ink and bars, Telithos hides its teeth in scars. No sun returned, only the flood, black clouds like night, and ruthless mud. Hold your breath. Hold your nerve. The storm is writing what we were. Below, a captain's violin held hunger still in human skin. Guards and beggars, lace-born lords, all chained by music, bound by chords. But fear mistook a saving sound and shoved the singer to the ground. The spell went thin, then split apart. Eyes flared feral, mouths tore wide. We fought in red, in splintered bone, while doors upstairs were flung aside. Too many fled into the streets, a city naked to the teeth. Her prison shattered, night set free, and every window learned to breathe. We carried her through lashes cold to holy stone and guarded arms. Across the bridge, above the storm, a figure hovered, still, uncharmed. A predator without a word, just watching us like kneeling prey, then gone in lightning-white, leaving us alive a moment more. She named a house near cliff and wells, where footsteps moved the wrongest way. We reached it as the city screamed from every latch and barricade. Dead hands gathered, ring by ring, not to break in, just seal the ring. A hidden door in muffled spell, a corridor of dying light. Down under bricks we met the truth that waits for hearts that run at night. Von Varic sat at ink and bone, four guardians at his side. He smiled and spoke like winter law: "If not the dead, then I'll decide." Fire walls rose, the thunder roared, divine cuts burned through claw and grin. A hammer-heart broke ribs of night, a holy blade made shadow thin. Fangs found blood, then lost their claim. We drove him back through searing heat, till wrath, with sacred force at last, cut deep and made his darkness bleed. He laughed and cried like something blessed: "You think I'm all? You think it ends? He's coming. The sea rejects his chains. His prison cracks. He's here, not whole." A blade came down. The mouth went still. The room forgot how breath is made. Rain keeps writing on the stone. We stand alive, but not at rest. In Telithos, the night still owns. The true storm hasn't arrived yet. Support the channel ✅ Like / Subscribe for more grimdark albums & cinematic gothic metal mixes. #GothicMetal #DoomMetal #SymphonicMetal #CinematicMusic #EpicMusic #DarkAmbient #DungeonSynth #DarkFantasy #MedievalMusic #GothicRock #AtmosphericMetal #Grimdark #fantasymusic