Doomed Symphony
Girard
Doomed Symphony
Intro:
A single note, a dark refrain,
Echoes through the streets of pain.
The curtain rises, the lights go dim,
The conductor calls, the world grows grim.
Verse 1:
With a wave of his hand, the music swells,
He plays the chords where darkness dwells.
A symphony of fear, a song of doom,
Each note he strikes spells certain gloom.
He’s the master of the game,
With every sound, he fans the flame.
Through every measure, through every beat,
The city trembles beneath his feet.
Pre-Chorus:
The people dance, they do not know,
The strings of fate he pulls below.
Every move, every sound,
The city’s heart is shaking, bound.
Chorus:
Doomed symphony, a darkened score,
A city falls, but asks for more.
With every note, with every phrase,
The world is lost in his dark maze.
Doomed symphony, a twisted song,
The end is near, it won’t be long.
A conductor’s hand, so cold, precise,
The city crumbles at his sacrifice.
Verse 2:
The violins, they sing of pain,
The cellos hum a mournful strain.
The brass blares loud, a final cry,
The people scream, but they don’t know why.
He stands above them, calm and cold,
A master of the story told.
Each rising chord, each falling key,
A perfect storm, a dark decree.
Pre-Chorus:
The people dance, they do not know,
The strings of fate he pulls below.
Every move, every sound,
The city’s heart is shaking, bound.
Chorus:
Doomed symphony, a darkened score,
A city falls, but asks for more.
With every note, with every phrase,
The world is lost in his dark maze.
Doomed symphony, a twisted song,
The end is near, it won’t be long.
A conductor’s hand, so cold, precise,
The city crumbles at his sacrifice.
Bridge:
The silence breaks, the final note,
The city sinks beneath the throat.
A perfect plan, a flawless end,
A symphony that none can mend.
In his eyes, the world is dead,
A masterpiece of blood and dread.
The conductor bows, the curtain falls,
The city’s cries are silent calls.
Chorus:
Doomed symphony, a darkened score,
A city falls, but asks for more.
With every note, with every phrase,
The world is lost in his dark maze.
Doomed symphony, a twisted song,
The end is near, it won’t be long.
A conductor’s hand, so cold, precise,
The city crumbles at his sacrifice.
Outro:
A final chord, a trembling sound,
The city’s ashes fall to the ground.
And in the silence, all is done,
The doomed symphony has won.
Fade out:
Doomed symphony…
The music fades, but the ruin stays.
