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𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 @𝘧𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘨. 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻. [Verse 1] A shadow in the night, I can feel your breathing, so damn close, the hunt begins, eyes meeting, reaching deep within, One of us will end up kneeling. Step by step, a carefully tuned ritual, each of us pursues a pursuit of our own, those eyes upon me, a touch perpetual, let us see who rises to that throne. [Pre-Chorus] You said you like to play with fire, but your wings can't save you from my flames. And now, as you burn upon that pyre we are altar, ashes, and chains. [Chorus 1] Candles flicker, secrets in the dark, veins of fire awaken every spark, whispers curl around the air between, drawing us deeper into the unseen. Hands like shadows tracing skin like sacred maps, every shiver measured, every breath collapses, the circle closes, a pulse begins to spin, two souls entwined, the ritual pulls us in. [Bridge] A shadowed vow, a murmur in the night, breathes shallow, muscles tight, no escape, surrendering to the rite, the world dissolves, leaving only our fight. Hands trembling, hearts still racing slow, sweat and fire, embers start to glow, every strike remembered, every touch remains, and the air vibrates with your moan whispering. [Pre-Chorus] You said you like to play with fire, but your wings can't save you from my flames. And now, as you burn upon that pyre, we are altar, ashes, and chains...and chains. [Final Chorus] Neither falls, we stand as one, blades of shadow slash beneath the moon, every strike, every touch, a thunderous drum, bodies collide, sparks ignite the gloom. Breathes heavy, hearts racing, skin on skin, fingers like chains, pulling tight, pulling in, the world dissolves, only the fight remains, a dance of pain, fire coursing through our veins. Eyes lock, every glance a sharpened stone, every movement lethal, every strike fully known. Neither victor, neither shame, only the tone, yet one day soon, we’ll pay the debts we own.