Fyr

(Verse 1)
In the shadows of Ilunibi's walls,
The Sixth House whispers, a curse that calls,
Dagoth Gares, in death's cold breath,
Gave me Corprus, a fate worse than death.
A plague that twists the body and mind,
A darkened gift, a terror confined.
(Pre-Chorus)
Fyr's eyes gleam with ambition's fire,
To cure the curse, but raise himself higher.
With every spell, a twisted desire,
A cure for me, but fed by his pyre.
(Chorus)
Through the agony, I am reborn,
Immunity forged in his ego’s scorn,
Divayth Fyr, the master, the guide,
In his clone-wrought halls, I’m still denied.
A cure, a curse, a false salvation,
Fyr's twisted will, his domination.
(Verse 2)
His clone-wife, a mirror of disdain,
Bears his will in the shadow of pain,
Daughters of his design, trapped in his game,
Fyr’s legacy — a soulless claim.
They stand as statues, silent, cold,
Flesh of his flesh, their fate is sold.
(Pre-Chorus)
The Corprus fades, but the price remains,
Fyr’s ego swells as my body sustains,
Immunity born of madness and pride,
I walk this path where true life’s denied.
(Chorus)
Through the agony, I am reborn,
Immunity forged in his ego’s scorn,
Divayth Fyr, the master, the guide,
In his clone-wrought halls, I’m still denied.
A cure, a curse, a false salvation,
Fyr's twisted will, his domination.
(Bridge)
In Tel Fyr, the heart grows cold,
Clones of desire, daughters of old,
He plays the game of gods, of kings,
But in his grip, no freedom sings.
(Outro)
The cure he gave, a twisted lie,
A god’s ambition, a mortal’s cry,
I rise anew, but at what cost?
Fyr’s world is won, but my soul is lost.