Mothmampire

[Verse 1]
Crowds bend toward fire and flashes
No one notices the air split twice
Someone mutters, “Mothman…”
“Yeah, sure,” I say — let them have their myth

Sirens hide my wings in a halo
Static hums where they can’t hear me
Heat rises where the living gather
I follow the chaos near

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I don’t speak, I don’t warn
I move where attention breaks
Every shadow is my cloak
Every misstep mine to take

[Chorus 1 — Hack-and-Slash]
Circle.
Hunt.
Heat.
Chaos.

Strike.
Bloodline.
Mothman.
Myth.

Fade.
Hunger.
Gone.
Mine.

[Verse 2]

Lights shiver, bending through steel
They watch the spectacle, blind to me
A name, a whisper, a story told
I play along while the chaos unfolds

The air parts; the living pulse
Every distraction draws me near
I touch the heat, I trace the fear
I am what they see — only when it’s clear

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I don’t speak, I don’t warn
I move where attention breaks
Every shadow is my cloak
Every misstep mine to take

[Chorus 2 — Hack-and-Slash]
Circle.
Hunt.
Heat.
Chaos.

Strike.
Bloodline.
Mothman.
Myth.

Fade.
Hunger.
Gone.
Mine.

[Guitar Solo] (Instrumental — soaring, jagged, predatory; echoing the hack-and-slash energy: Circle… Hunt… Fade…)

[Bridge]
They saw my red eyes in the backlit rain
Mistook hunger for sight
I wasn’t sent to tell them a thing
I came to feed at the edge of the light

[Chorus 3 — Hack-and-Slash Repeat / Finale]
Circle.
Hunt.
Heat.
Chaos.

Strike.
Bloodline.
Mothman.
Myth.

Fade.
Hunger.
Gone.
Mine.

[Chorus 4/Outro — 4-Word Capstone]
Dark.
Pulse.
Feed.
Vanish.

Goth-inspired glam metal, sexy hypno-pulsing percussion, horror sound effects, stealthy energy, gothic male baritone