Chapter V — THE PRICE OF SHADOWS
Автор: Myrkholt
Загружено: 2025-12-05
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In Chapter V, every wish finally shows its teeth.
“The Price of Shadows” follows the narrator as the cost of bringing her back begins to bleed through the edges of his world. Streetlights dim when they walk together. Strangers pass by a little paler. Every moment he steals with her feels borrowed from someone else’s tomorrow.
Mare, the Dream Reaper, reminds him that nothing returns from the vault without a ledger. The shadows clinging to his resurrected love are not just metaphor anymore—they’re debt. With each touch, each shared memory, something is quietly taken: colour from the sky, warmth from his own pulse, fragments of the man he used to be.
Musically, this chapter sinks into slow, sorrowful doom: clean vocals haunted by distant growls, dragging riffs, and a chorus that feels like a confession whispered into a grave. This is the sound of realizing that love resurrected is also love weaponized—and the payment has only just begun.
Lyrics:
She fades each dawn like broken breath,
Each night reborn with growing death.
Her smile no longer fits her face—
A memory I can’t erase.
I watch her dance through glass and gloom,
She hums a dirge instead of tune.
And when I reach to hold her tight,
She flickers wrong beneath the light.
She loves me still… or so I plead,
But love should not make angels bleed.
She was not meant to wake again.
My wish defied the sacred chain.
And now she walks in shadows thin—
A voice outside, a scream within.
The Reaper grins across the room,
Mare counts the silence like a tomb.
He doesn't speak, but I still hear—
My thoughts are not alone in here.
She drips with moments we once shared,
But speaks in tongues I never dared.
Her laughter bends, her gaze distorts,
And I forget what love contorts.
I gave her breath, but stole her peace.
I called her back… and loosed the leash.
The dream I shaped has teeth and rot—
And feeds on everything I’m not.
She was not meant to wake again.
Now dawn begins where night won't end.
The price of shadows stains the floor—
And she is not her anymore.
I watched her weep, but no tears fell.
Just echoes made of ash and spell.
I tried to hold what I once knew—
But shadows only pass through you.
What bargain made with love's intent,
Now seals the tomb where light was spent.
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