"The Infernal MoonKnight’s Path"

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Born of fire, raised in steel, a warrior’s path, his fate was sealed. Trained by the sword, bound by might, yet restless he stood, craving the fight. Paladins taught him, hands of gold, but faith was weak, the chains too cold. No prayers, no light, no mercy’s call, only battle—only the brawl.

Ohh, the fire burns within his veins, a storm of war, unbound by chains. Through blade and spell, through blood and sky, the Infernal MoonKnight shall never die.

Into the wilds, he sought new lore, to master the stars, to fight once more. A prodigy, the elders claimed, arcane fire, the heavens tamed. But balance he scorned, the peace was weak, a warrior’s hunger, a battle’s peak. The elders warned, yet still he fought, and so, they cast him—power wrought.

Ohh, the fire burns within his veins, a storm of war, unbound by chains. Through blade and spell, through blood and sky, the Infernal MoonKnight shall never die.

Banished, lost, his fury bright, he roamed alone, he burned for fight. Then came the moon, of sickly hue, a whisper dark, a fate he knew. Zharkoon spoke, from fel-lit skies, “Take my gift, let power rise.” He knelt not once, nor swore to bow, but claimed the fire—his fate was now.

Feathers burned, his hands turned black, the stars screamed out, they won’t turn back. No longer druid, no longer man, a beast of war—a crimson brand.

Ohh, the fire burns within his veins, a storm of war, unbound by chains. Through blade and spell, through blood and sky, the Infernal MoonKnight shall never die.

Now he walks, where war still calls, through shattered halls and bloodstained walls. Weakness falls beneath his hand, only the strong may take their stand. Paladins kneel, druids fall, yet still he fights, beyond them all. With every clash, his legend grows, the MoonKnight’s fire—forever glows.

Ohh, the fire burns within his veins, a storm of war, unbound by chains. Through blade and spell, through blood and sky, the Infernal MoonKnight shall never die.

(Music fades with echoes of battle, the sound of embers crackling in the wind, and the distant howl of Zharkoon in the night.)