(Intro – distorted heartbeat, low chanting) Half a life. Twice the pain. Step inside — don’t speak its name. (Verse 1 – tight rap over grinding riff) Fire in the walls, ash in the air, Every breath is a whispered prayer, Chalice cracked but the seal still holds, Ancient wrath in the blood that scolds. HP cut — yeah, mercy’s gone, One wrong move and the light goes wrong, Sweat on steel, nerves on wire, Depths don’t test you — they require. Stone corridors breathe like lungs, Heat drips slow from severed tongues. (Pre-Chorus – rising tension) No room for doubt. No second chance. One mistake in this cursed dance. (Chorus – explosive anime rock + alt metal crunch) Down in the Defiled, under the flame, Marked by the brand, stripped of a name, Teeth in the dark, ribs in a vice, Every step is the price. From burning halls to a broken throne, This is a hell we made our own — No forgiveness, no relief, Only fire underneath. (Verse 2 – heavier, syncopated hits) Shadows tall with a watchdog’s roar, Claws scrape sparks across the floor, Ancient lords with hollow eyes, Waiting where the courage dies. Queen Yharnam in a crimson haze, Still bound in a blood-soaked daze, While deeper still the old curse coils, Feeding on forgotten spoils. Feel that tremor? That’s no quake. That’s the world about to break. (Chorus – bigger, layered vocals) Down in the Defiled, skin to bone, Every hunter fights alone, Flames reflect in shattered sight, No escape from the night. From cursed glyph to final gate, Pain is proof of chosen fate — No awakening, no peace, Only trials that never cease. (Bridge – half-time breakdown, low growled backing) Kneel to nothing. Stand in heat. Face the beast you cannot cheat. When the watchdog splits the sky, You either learn — or you die. (Sudden drop — instruments cut, faint ringing tone) (Final Chorus – desperate but defiant) Down in the Defiled, scar by scar, We remember what we are, Not by health nor blessed light, But by surviving the night. If the curse demands our breath, We answer back in teeth and death — Flames die low… embers seethe… But the curse still breathes. (Outro – quiet, low crackling fire, distant rumble) Ash falls soft on broken stone… No victor stands. No mercy shown. The chalice cools… the heat recedes… Far below where the darkness feeds… A collar snaps. A chain drags slow. And something Wakes

Cursed Depths: Defiled