Lyric

First came the ones who walked with chains

A master dragging shadows through the ancient remains

Elves with hollow eyes behind him, silent and cold

Stepping through a forest where old beasts still roam bold

Claws and fangs tore the air with unforgiving might

And when the final monarch rose, they knew they’d lose the fight

Arms torn away, the master begged for healing in despair—

But the slave only laughed, for death was already there

A single tail strike shattered bone and breath

And quiet fell upon the ruin with the silence of death

There is no hope inside these walls

No voice to answer desperate calls

Where every step becomes a grave

And every warrior dies unbrave

No light for the chosen prey

No dawn to chase the night away

Only the will to run or fall—

But none escape the final hall

Next came the crew that marched with steel

Facing endless bones no blade could truly fell or heal

Numbers rose like a storm of white

Grinding courage down to fading light

When the robed one appeared, tall and still

They begged for passage… but it answered with a chill

More stepped from the dark—an army of the dead

And terror drove them fleeing where a doorway led

Into a chamber crawling with the hunger of the swarm

Where the keeper of dread took its towering form

“No more old meals. Fresh fear today.”

And fate swallowed their final say

There is no hope inside these walls

No voice to answer desperate calls

Where every step becomes a grave

And every warrior dies unbrave

No light for the chosen prey

No dawn to chase the night away

Only the will to run or fall—

But none escape the final hall

Last came the four who walked with pride

Standing firm against the power rising like a tide

Steel met darkness in a blazing ring

And for a heartbeat, hope dared to sing

But when the masked one cast aside his blade

Raw power surged—enough to make the fearless fade

One fell sick from the pressure of the unseen crown

While wrath awakened at the thought of comrades cut down

“Run,” they cried, pushing one toward the door

Facing doom so she might breathe once more

But mercy died in the place she fled

As a hunter in white stained the path ahead

There is no hope inside these walls

No truth to break the tyrant’s thralls

Where courage shatters, hearts betray

And every dream is stripped away

No light for the chosen prey

No dawn to chase the night away

Remember this, before you fall:

No one escapes the final hall