Whispered Of The Bloodline

Susurri sanguinis…
Ex umbra et igne ascendunt…
Sanguis meminit…
Whispers of the Bloodline…
The blood remembers…

In the silence of the moorlands wide,
Where blood once spilled and dreams have died,
A heartbeat echoes through the stone,
Carrying names the wind has known.

Steps in ash and feet in flame,
Born without a voice or name.
Still the pulse beneath the skin
Calls the ancient fire within.

Whispers of the bloodline – I feel them rise,
Singing through marrow, through shadowed skies.
Flames in the dark, a vow in the dust,
Bound by the blood, in pain and in trust.

Each scar a sigil, each tear a rune,
Dancing beneath a bloodred moon.
Echoes stir in flesh and bone,
Carving truth where lies were sown.

Steps in ash and feet in flame,
Born without a voice or name.
Still the pulse beneath the skin
Calls the ancient fire within.

Whispers of the bloodline – I feel them rise,
Singing through marrow, through shadowed skies.
Flames in the dark, a vow in the dust,
Bound by the blood, in pain and in trust.

In every drop, a name remains,
In every breath, ancestral chains.
The blood remembers, it calls, it binds –
Across all time, through shattered minds.

In omni gutta, nomen manet…
Sanguis vocat… vincit… unit…

Whispers of the bloodline – we rise, we burn,
Hearts that remember, drums that return.
From ash and ruin, we forge anew –
The bloodline whispers through me and you.

The blood remembers…
Susurri sanguinis…