Post-Lich King - So Very Close

[Verse 1] In the charred remains of a once-proud city, Where shadows cling like desperate memories, Dark-cloaked figures sift through the ashes’ grit, Seeking shards of a crystal—the Lich King’s lost legacy. [Pre-Chorus] Their leader, eyes aflame with bitter resolve, Clutches a shard, its jagged edges cutting hope. “We were so close,” he scoffs, voice a venomous hiss, Yet hope flickers still, like a dying candle’s glow. [Chorus] “Veil of Zeal,” they whisper in the moonless night, A dirge for their fallen dreams, their cursed plight. Brothers and sisters, bound by secrets and dread, They gather, seeking solace in the shadows they tread. [Verse 2] Fear not, they murmur, their voices hushed and low, For zealotry burns brighter than malice’s cold grip. Perhaps the next vessel need not be steeped in darkness; Perhaps a heart aflame with fervor will better serve their coven. [Bridge] And so they retreat, slipping back into the abyss, Their cloaks trailing like the wings of vengeful wraiths. Their plot thickens—a tapestry woven in secrecy— As they seek a willing soul, ablaze with devotion’s faith. [Chorus] “Veil of Zeal,” they chant, their footsteps soundless, Their eyes reflecting fractured moonlight’s dance. In the hidden chambers, they conspire and conscript, Their cultic purpose veiled, their intentions askance. (Outro) Back to the cave they slink, Cloaks brushing against obsidian walls. Dark crystals—siblings to their prize— Gleam like malevolence reborn. Their whispers echo, A chorus of hunger and ambition. The Lich King’s legacy pulses within, And the cultists plot anew. In this subterranean refuge, They remain—the Veil of Zeal— Their resolve unyielding, Their purpose veiled in shadows.