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Lyrics by: Death Tulip X
Composed by: Suno
Art by: ChatGPT

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[Prologue]

Once, I was lord of nations.
Kings trembled at my gaze… peasants offered their blood as tribute.
My vaults overflowed with unlimited wealth, my castle loomed above the living like a brutal God upon the earth.”

“But gold, it seems, depreciates. Empires fall, markets rise.
My accountants turned to dust, my treasures became ‘collectibles.’
And lo and behold… the very stones of my fortress were leased to a startup.”

“So now, I dwell within the ruins of my own throne room…
The humans call it Conference Room C.
I, Lord Radigan the Bloodbane, eternal master of darkness am now Employee 1260.

[Verse 1]
Two thousand years of terror and dread,
Now I’m stapling memos instead.
I once ruled empires with fang and flame,
Now I’m learning the payroll system by name.

I asked for curtains but HR said no,
“Sunlight boosts morale, you know.”
Now I type with smoldering rage,
Hissing about my beige cubicle cage.

[Pre-Chorus ]
Co workers whisper, “He’s so strange…”
When the phones ring, he howls in a fang-filled rage.
He claims “these mortal voices test my soul,”
Then files a complaint for their agonizing toll!

[Chorus]
Lord Radigan, Bloodbane a lord once supreme,
Darkness denied by the corporate dream!
Your fangs may gleam, and your robes sway and flow,
But HR says “feeding at the water cooler is a massive no!”

No blood in the coffee pot, no sigils on the walls,
Definitely do not convert interns into undead thralls!
Lord Radigan, the terror of balance schemes,
Stop conjuring audits with eldritch dreams!

[Verse 2]
Against my heritage the mortals oppress it under a mask so sincere!
My faith requires darkness and the moon,
And one or two souls by afternoon.”
They scream and yell we refuse to comply to your antics of doom!

I bring my chalice to work each day,
Say it’s for juice — but HR says nay.
My unholy right to drink the red,
Is not protected by Federal code, they said.

[Bridge]
The HR Manager came to me and said “Lord Radigan, this isn’t bias, it’s just for safety.”
I remarked “You mock my heritage of the Deathless!”
Then the HR Manager moaned: “You bit and drained the IT guy down to the marrow of his bones.”
I replied with noble sincerity: “A greeting in my timeless proud tradition!”
Alas the HR Manager mumbled: “You summoned wolves and ghouls with the printer decked in blood runes.”
I retorted in absolute offense: “Expression of art! You cannot silence me!”

[Breakdown]
I’ve got rights the law denied,
Cultural needs must be supplied!
Sue for a darkness-friendly space,
File complaints at an undead pace.

Section Thirteen of Eternal Lore,
Lets me erect a coffin upon the office floor!
Equity means blood must be shared,
It’s synergy now if you cared!

[Final Chorus]
Lord Radigan, once the Byzantine Empire's bane,
Arguing bias in corporate chain!
He ruled the night, now commands complaints,
Filling HR’s forms with cursed paints

He once drank heroes, now chugs cold brew,
Claims holy privilege for biting crew.
Two thousand years and one lawsuit new
Lord Radigan, HR’s coming after you!

[Outro]
They mock my ways of moon and gloom,
Yet force me into their torturing team-building Zoom.
Tell me, mortals... who is the real monster now?”