"Let the record show: I chose chaos."

"The contract is burned. The scales are broken."

Once I knelt for steel and throne,

A knight of virtue—carved in stone.

But oaths became my gilded cage,

While the wind screamed "Turn the page!"

Through stained glass eyes and whispered schemes,

I burned the life they swore I’d need.

The crown would hang me for my treason,

The priests would curse my name with reason.

But no hollow law shall chain this heart—

I tear the heavens clean apart.

To the wild roads! To the hollowed void!

Where no king lives and no god’s voice.

Through ghost-lit mist and peaks that scrape the sky,

I ride, I ride—beyond the pale moonlight!

Mounted on a thunder-born steed,

Left the old world to lick the bleed.

Through the wastes where banshees wail,

The hunter’s cry—a dying gale.

Every league, a deeper grave,

For the fool who played the slave.

Let their banners drown in ashes,

No man owns where lightning lashes!

By the fire where devils gather,

I rise—a storm, a sword, a shadow.

To the wild roads! To the hollowed void!

Where no king lives and no god’s voice.

Through ghost-lit mist and peaks that scrape the sky,

I ride, I ride—beyond the pale moonlight!

Baptized in stars, not holy water,

Two worlds split—the knife, the slaughter.

Blade like ice and will unbound,

We scorch our names where thunder sounds.

What crowns await past the edge of night?

What truth exists where kingdoms lie?

To the wild roads! To the hollowed void!

Where the lost reign and the damned rejoice!

Through the jaws of hell and the teeth of the sky,

I ride, I ride—beyond the pale moonlight!

Let them hunt me through the dying dawn—

The knight they killed is long gone.

For freedom’s worth is paid in steel,

And only the lost... rewrite what is real.

And only the lost... rewrite what is real.