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Track 04: The Last Oath
Genre: Progressive Doom Metal
Duration: 04:46.0 Lore Source: "Captain's Journal" (Journal) In-Game Author: Captain Arkwright Wiki Link: Click Here to Read Lore A Progressive Doom Metal epic that feels like a tomb. It chronicles Captain Arkwright’s doomed defense of the bridge. The shift from the clean, hymn-like "Pledge" to the guttural roar of "The Corruption" perfectly captures the choice between starvation and the Shroud. |
~*~ Song Lyrics ~*~
"Hold the chamber to your last breath."
The Ancient spoke the words of death.
His face was burned, his eyes were old
He left us here in the dark and cold.
We pledged our lives to the sacred stone
To guard the vault... To die alone.
To die alone. Die Alone.
Day Six!
The raiders scream on the bridge ahead.
Day Six!
We pile the bodies of the dead.
Their eyes are mad! They know no fear!
But we have rigged the explosives here.
If they return to breach the gate...
We light the fuse! We seal our fate!
Day Twenty. The bridge is gone.
The silence drags... from dusk to dawn.
The Scavengers have turned away.
But hunger hunts us... every day.
The Cinder Vault is safe and sound.
But we are rotting underground.
The Shroud is leaking through the cracks.
There is no path to lead us back.
STARVATION! OR THE FOG!
EITHER CHOICE IS CERTAIN DEATH!
I CHOOSE THE MIST!
I CHOOSE THE BREATH!
WE MARCH INTO THE POISON LIGHT!
TO END THE PAIN!
TO END THE FIGHT!
...Captain Arkwright's ring was found.
Plucked from the rot. Plucked from the ground.
A midst the sea of fallen men.
The duty ends. Amen.
A-MA-AMEN!
The Ancient spoke the words of death.
His face was burned, his eyes were old
He left us here in the dark and cold.
We pledged our lives to the sacred stone
To guard the vault... To die alone.
To die alone. Die Alone.
Day Six!
The raiders scream on the bridge ahead.
Day Six!
We pile the bodies of the dead.
Their eyes are mad! They know no fear!
But we have rigged the explosives here.
If they return to breach the gate...
We light the fuse! We seal our fate!
Day Twenty. The bridge is gone.
The silence drags... from dusk to dawn.
The Scavengers have turned away.
But hunger hunts us... every day.
The Cinder Vault is safe and sound.
But we are rotting underground.
The Shroud is leaking through the cracks.
There is no path to lead us back.
STARVATION! OR THE FOG!
EITHER CHOICE IS CERTAIN DEATH!
I CHOOSE THE MIST!
I CHOOSE THE BREATH!
WE MARCH INTO THE POISON LIGHT!
TO END THE PAIN!
TO END THE FIGHT!
...Captain Arkwright's ring was found.
Plucked from the rot. Plucked from the ground.
A midst the sea of fallen men.
The duty ends. Amen.
A-MA-AMEN!