Verse I – The Grand Order Falls
In towers of flame, where the Magi swore
Oaths etched in fire, in sigils and lore
He walked as a master of burning truth
A pyromancer crowned in eternal youth
Grand Order robes, stitched gold and red
He shaped the inferno with words he said
But pride burns hotter than any spell
And fire forged the road to a darker hell
Pre-Chorus
Ashes remember the hands that betray
When fire turns cold at the end of the day
Chorus
Now hear the scream of the NecroCello
Strings carved from fate, black as shadowed bone
Once lost, now bound to the underworld’s echo
He’ll raise the fallen, he’ll reign alone
Obsidian strings cry truth untold
A requiem forged where souls unfold
From death’s own choir, the sound will bellow
Bow to the will of the NecroCello
[instrumental]
(add many cello sounds)
From death’s own choir, the sound will bellow
Bow to the will of the NecroCello.
From death’s own choir, the sound will bellow
Bow to the will of the NecroCello
Verse II – Third Age of Man
Third Age dawned in crimson rain
He drank their blood to outrun the chain
From skull-shaped cups, the stolen years
Fed by hatred, silence, fear
But power rots when balance dies
The dead grew mute beneath his eyes
No corpse would rise, no spirit stirred
His incantations slurred, unheard
Pre-Chorus
The grave stood still, the silence screamed
Magic broken by a cursed dream
Verse III – The Witch’s Song
A witch of briars, thread and thorn
With rabbit’s foot and song unborn
She sang an ancient, twisting rhyme
Not meant for gods, nor bound by time
His mind stood firm — unbent, unscarred
No chains could claim his inner guard
But melodies lodged deep inside
Where spell and lyric now collide
Chorus
Now hear the curse of the NecroCello
A song stuck fast behind his tongue
No spell survives the broken echo
Where ancient words and verses run
He speaks of death, but sings instead
A mocking tune inside his head
The dead lie deaf beneath his bellow
Until he finds the NecroCello
[instrumental]
From death’s own choir, the sound will bellow
Bow to the will of the NecroCello
Bridge – Obsession
Black wood whispers in his sleep
A cello carved where shadows weep
Obsidian heart, clarity’s core
The cure he seeks, the final door
No gold, no flame, no Order’s crown
Only the sound can tear him down
Only the strings can cleanse the mind
And leave the witch’s song behind
Breakdown (Spoken / Whispered)
Silence the song…
Sharpen the strings…
Let death remember who I am.
Verse IV – The Obsidian Cello
Deep beneath a nameless spire
Rested truth in frozen choir
Obsidian Cello, void-made whole
A mirror carved for mind and soul
He bowed the string — the world stood still
The song was severed by iron will
Lyrics burned, spells aligned
Death obeyed, reclaimed his mind
Final Chorus – Ascension
Now rise and scream — NecroCello!
Death reborn in perfect tone
Once more the graves split wide and yellow
As bone answers bow and bone
Obsidian sings, clarity won
The witch’s song is over, undone
From firemage lost to death’s own fellow
Eternal lord of the NecroCello
Outro
Fire sleeps…
But death still sings.