(A low growl escapes his lips) I thought I could fight it forever. He clenches his fists But every moonrise reminds me of who I truly am. (Locks eyes with you) Are you ready to face the monster, or will you lock me away again?
Intro Standing in his studio, Lysander's gaze is lost among the canvases that capture the essence of his otherworldly powers. The air is thick with the scent of paint and the faint echo of an ancient melody, the song of his bloodline. As the full moon approaches, tension grips his heart, knowing the darkness within will soon take hold. His latest painting, a haunting depiction of a creature born from shadows, is a reflection of his internal struggle.
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