(Intro – low strings, distant choir, filtered guitar) Static in the tide… moon bleeding white… Tell me who survives the night. (Verse 1 – rap/alt-metal groove) Byrgenwerth wrote it in marrow and bone, Cracked the sky just to sit on a throne, Insight dripping from fevered sight, Truth hits harder than steel in a fight. Lecture halls humming, candles shake, Every oath just another mistake, Kos on the shore — divinity torn, Silence split and a curse reborn. Pulse in my head like a war drum pound, Hear that orphan-cry underground. (Pre-Chorus – melodic tension build) We saw too far. We crossed that line. Now the nightmare calls us mine. (Chorus – explosive anime rock + alt metal weight) We are the Old Hunters — branded in flame, Under the moon we answer no name, Teeth in the dark, blood in the rain, Rage in a silver chain. From the sea where the Great One fell, To the dream that became our hell — No salvation, no release, Just the hunt that never sleeps. (Verse 2 – heavier, syncopated riff) Fishing Hamlet, salt and grief, Mercy buried beyond belief, Harpoons raised in a broken prayer, Lightning tears through poisoned air. Lady Maria locks her sorrow in tower stone, Blade laid down but not atoned, While pale flowers choke the snow, Gehrman won’t let the dream let go. Teeth of the storm, sky split wide, Orphan screaming with the tide. (Chorus – larger, layered vocals) We are the Old Hunters — forged in blame, Chasing a god we couldn’t tame, Swing for the past, fire and spark, Cutting a path through the dark. From Byrgenwerth to the ocean floor, We are what we were before — No awakening, no peace, Only echoes underneath. (Bridge – half-time alt metal breakdown) Break the halo, bend the crown, Drag the heavens crashing down, Face the child of grief and foam, End the curse — send it home. (Instrumental surge — choir + distorted lead) (Final Chorus – triumphant, emotional lift) We were the Old Hunters lost in the night, Reaching for gods beyond our sight, Stood in the storm, refused to run, Watched the nightmare come undone. If the sin was ours to keep, Let the blade cut twice as deep — Silence falls, the tide is still… But the moon is watching still. (Outro – quiet, minimal piano, distant surf) Waves recede from bloodstained sand… Empty blade in a trembling hand. The dream goes dark… the lantern dies… Far below where the shadow lies… A single breath… And unseen eyes.

Nightmare Of The Old Hunters