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There are legends that speak of wanderers who can never rest, caught between worlds not by choice, but by the violent hand of fate. These figures embody the past that refuses to fade, carrying with them a hunger that cannot be stilled and a memory that will not loosen its grip. They remind us that history itself has a pulse, and it will pursue us until we acknowledge the debts it demands.

Within this endless pursuit lies a warning: that what is taken unjustly never disappears. Loss returns in twisted forms, and the things denied in life find ways to demand payment in death. The path becomes a stage where fate and vengeance intertwine, where every leaf that falls is a fragment of memory, and every gust of wind is the echo of unfinished oaths.

There is also irony woven into the curse — a mocking laughter in the night that turns fear into spectacle. The spectacle itself is the punishment, forcing those who bear witness to confront the truth that terror is not random, but ritual. It is both performance and punishment, a theater of dread in which the living are invited to play their part.

And at the heart of it all is the reminder that restlessness can consume us more thoroughly than death itself. The relentless chase, the endless cycle, becomes a mirror for our own obsessions — the proof that what we do not resolve in life may return, demanding recognition long after we are gone.

Lyrics:

[Intro]
[Low strings and distant hoofbeats echo through fog]
No face to meet your gaze, no voice to call your name
Yet still I ride through cursed domains, a soldier bound in flame
Your lantern’s glow will falter, your courage will decay
For once my steed has scented fear, there is no other way

[Verse 1]
I was forged in cannon fire, carved in crimson rain
My skull torn from my shoulders, yet my hunger still remains
The orchard rots with silence, the crossroads breathe with dread
Every story whispered keeps my memory undead

[Pre-Chorus]
You thought the night was empty—oh, it listens well to screams
And every trembling heartbeat is the fuel that feeds my dreams

[Chorus 1]
Run, run faster, the bridge is near
But I am the voice of your darkest fear
Pumpkin burning, a jester’s jest
I’ll hurl my laughter through your chest

[Verse 2]
[Shift to sinister cabaret rhythm with harpsichord and upright bass]
Histories betrayed me, comrades turned to bone
A traitor’s jest, a stolen bride, my vengeance rides alone
The grave won’t bind a warrior, the dawn won’t bar my way
I’ll claim a head for every night until my debts are paid

[Pre-Chorus]
You pray the bells will save you, you trust the hallowed ground
But faith won’t still my hunting—your name is what I’ve found

[Chorus 2]
Flee, flee faster, the church is near
But even saints will quake with fear
A flame for eyes, a grin of spite
I’ll carve your silence out tonight

[Instrumental Break]
[Gothic waltz turns to heavy metal—guitars slash in 6/8, horse hooves pound in syncopation]

[Interlude]
[Whispered, with echoing laughter beneath]
I was a man once… proud, betrayed…
Now I am hunger, rage, a blade…
Do you still think this is a tale?
Step closer. Deny me. You’ll fail.

[Bridge]
[Crescendoing orchestral rock with choir]
No dawn will calm me, no coin will bribe me
No lover’s kiss will ever revive me
I am the hunt that you cannot elude
The feast of terror, the banquet of feud

[Chorus 3]
Ride, ride faster, but time is done
Your fate is sealed, the chase is won
The harvest grins, the lantern cracks
Your head will join my endless racks

[Outro]
[Music drops to eerie strings, only the sound of a horse snorting and hoofbeats fading]
No prayers can still me, no graves can claim
I’ll ride forever through your name