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I Keep The Door | Death Domain Cleric

This song is about a Death Domain Cleric who stands where breath grows thin — not to punish, not to condemn, but to decide when suffering has run its course. Perfect for DND Music fans: ⚖️ Mercy that doesn’t look gentle 🕯️ The weight of final decisions 🎲 D&D character perspective 🖤 Themes of responsibility, moral burden, and controlled endings He doesn’t chase death. He keeps it from lingering. 👉 Subscribe @MedievalConfessions for confessional D&D songs about the choices no one else wants to make. #DnDMusic #DeathDomain #ClericSong #DarkFantasy #medievalconfessions 🎵 LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/38ytM... Lyrics & Concept: Medieval Confessions Music Production: Suno AI Artwork: Leonardo AI Lyrics: They brought me where the candles fade, Where breath grows thin and slow. They said my hands were steady enough To help the dying go. I learned the weight of failing lungs, The sound of breaking bone. I learned that mercy isn’t light — It’s knowing when it’s done. They say all life is sacred still. They say the soul must fight. But I have seen the fear that stays When death won’t close it tight. I do not rush the final word. I do not turn away. I stand where others lose their nerve And help the dark obey. I keep the door. I close it clean. I end what lingers In between. You call it cold. You call it wrong. I call it ending What held on too long. The first time that I chose to act, No prayer came down to guide. No sign. No voice. No sacred flame. Just someone begging wide-eyed. I felt the tremor in my hand. I felt the room grow still. I understood that waiting there Would only deepen ill. So I became the final word, The line they would not cross. Not out of spite or hunger — But because delay has cost. I do not hate the living world. I do not love the grave. I only know that mercy sometimes Is not the breath we save. If I step back, they suffer more. If I step in, I bear it. Tell me which is crueler — To linger, or to clear it? I keep the door. I close it clean. No echo left. No in-between. You call it darkness. Call it sin. I call it peace For what had worn too thin. I am the hand that does not shake.