Lyrics

"Welcome to my table.
Where silver gleams not for grandeur, but for precision—like the edge of a blade honed by centuries of silence. I do admire your heartbeat—how fragile it sounds beneath the candlelight, as if it knows I’m listening. Rest assured, I find living guests far more... interesting.

The wine? It’s older than your empires—pressed from vines that rooted in soil steeped with the regrets of kings and the marrow of the forgotten. Each glass carries a lesson, though few who drink ever live long enough to learn it.

I’ve watched a thousand suns bleed dry over these ramparts. They came and died, as did the names of those who thought they mattered. Yet I remained—not because I conquered, but because I endured.

You sit here believing my invitation to be a gesture of mercy. How quaint. You mistake civility for benevolence, and discourse for alliance. But I do not offer kindness—I offer clarity.

Your struggle, your morality, your notions of good and evil… they amuse me. You see, I am no villain. I simply refuse your illusions. I act when it is right to act. And when I act, I do not falter. That is all.

Tonight, you dine not with a monster, but with a mirror. What you see in me—fear, power, purpose—is what your kind has always denied in itself.

So eat. Drink. Relish this breath you still possess. Tomorrow, the game resumes, and I assure you—there is no piece on the board I have not already considered. Not even you."