In the wake of the curse's destruction, Lilith kneels before a weathered tombstone, her tears falling silently in the grey light of dawn. Each drop seems to carry the weight of a life turned to stone. She knows it is her curse that is killing and maiming others at the Refuge. She feels guilt and remorse, blaming herself for what is happening. Nearby, Father Thomas grapples with his own failings, the burden of those he couldn't save pressing down upon him like a physical weight. This moment of remorse marks a crucible for both, a reckoning that will shape both their destinies.
[Verse 1:]
Before cold stone, my tears now seep
Guilt's serpent coils in shadows deep
My touch turns life to brittle slate
A curse that seals each mortal fate
[Chorus 1:]
My touch, a trail of woe
Remorse and shadows, how they grow
[Verse 2:]
Worlds wilt beneath my haunted hand
Souls petrify in cursed wasteland
Spectral whispers fill the night
Phantoms dance in pale moonlight
[Chorus 2:]
My touch, a trail of woe
Doomed to wander, forced to roam
[Verse 3:]
Tombstones rise like ashen blooms
Marking lives claimed by their dooms
All I love turns ash and rust
Leaving me in realms unjust
[Chorus 3:]
My touch, a trail of woe
Seeking grace to stem this flow
[Bridge:]
In crypts where ebon ravens cry
My spirit claws at leaden sky
Through labyrinths of doubt I grope
For redemption's fading hope
[Verse 4:]
Fate-ensnared by blackest thorn
In void's embrace, my soul's reborn
Night, unbind these chains of dread
Free the souls my curse has bled
[Chorus 4:]
My touch now seeks to sow
Seeds of grace to end this woe
[Outro:]
Before this stone, I plead release
May curse's grip at last decrease