(Intro – choir swell, slow heartbeat bass) Fear the old blood… hear it hum… When the pale moon rises, the end has come. (Verse 1 – rap/alt-metal groove) Yharnam streets in a fever dream, Church bells crack with a silver scream, Beasts in alleys, faith gone wrong, Blood runs thick where it don’t belong. Byrgenwerth reached past mortal sight, Tore the veil in the name of light, Kos on the shore, the Hamlet cries, Now the nightmare never dies. Insight burns in the back of the brain, Every answer echoes pain. (Pre-Chorus – melodic tension) Dream or prison? Who decides? When the hunter hunts what hides? (Chorus – explosive anime rock + metal edge) Under the pale moon, we rise, we fall, Branded by blood, we answer the call, Steel in our grip, stars in our veins, Dancing in cosmic chains. From the streets to the nightmare sea, We are what we’re meant to be — No salvation, no escape, Only fate we shape. (Verse 2 – heavier, syncopated riff) Clocktower silence, regret sealed tight, Lady Maria fades in fading light, Fields of flowers, pale and torn, Gehrman waits where hunters are reborn. Chalice depths where old kings kneel, Ancient blood that time can’t seal, Orphan screaming at a broken sky, Great Ones watch — they never die. Moon descends in a silver flare, Something vast is waiting there. (Chorus – larger, layered vocals) Under the pale moon, truth laid bare, Madness woven through the air, From cursed tide to cathedral flame, Every hunt’s the same. We chased the gods beyond the line, Drank the echo of the divine — No awakening, no peace, Only nightmares that increase. (Bridge – half-time breakdown, choir behind distortion) Cut the cord. Break the chain. End the cycle. End the pain. Face the sky with open eyes — Ascend… or die. (Instrumental surge — soaring lead over blast drums) (Final Chorus – triumphant, tragic lift) Under the pale moon, we stand alone, Hunters crowned on a shattered throne, Through the dream and the salted sea, We carved eternity. If the old blood calls our name, We’ll answer back in steel and flame — Let the nightmare fall apart… We outlived the dark. (Outro – quiet piano, distant wind, faint heartbeat) The hunt is done… the streets grow still… Lantern dim on a silent hill… The moon hangs low… then slips away… But in the dark before the day… A whisper hums… Soft and slow… Fear… The old blood.

Pale Moon Ascension