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The Sanguine Chain

Gothic Neoclassical Rock. Pipe organ and harpsichord with electric guitar and drums - A man accepts the inherited burden of his bloodline, taking up an ancient weapon and an older war as his own, knowing he is not the first—and will not be the last. Lyrics: The iron sings a song of old In a hand that’s not my own The silver grip is biting cold A seed of penance sown I walk the path my fathers paved With marrow and with bone The names of all the souls they saved Are etched into the stone The ink is red, the script is deep A promise made that I must keep The shadow grows, the clock will chime I am the prisoner of my time! Oh, the blood will cry from the temple walls A heavy debt in these hollow halls I am the ghost of a dying line The war is old, and now it’s mine! Woven in the vein, driven by the fear Falling like a stone—a Bloody Tear! No sanctuary in the light No shelter in the name I am the candle in the night Consumed by ancient flame The portrait stares with hollow eyes From frames of gilded shame I hear the echo of their cries: "We all end up the same." My shadow is a giant... Cast by a flickering past... The chain is long! The chain is strong! BUT I AM THE LINK THAT LASTS! Oh, the blood will cry from the temple walls A heavy debt in these hollow halls I am the ghost of a dying line The war is old, and now it’s mine! Woven in the vein, driven by the fear Falling like a stone—a Bloody Tear! The debt is paid in red... The debt is paid in red...