In the shadows beneath the black mountain
They named him monster
They named him broken
But the forgotten pages were waiting

His name was Solon, but they never cared
The Crooked One, whispered through the poisoned air
Bent spine, cracked form, scales on his skin
One yellow serpent eye, blue ice within
Raised in chains beneath Ereshkigal's throne
A pet for the vampires, never flesh, never bone
No hand dared touch him except her cruel delight
Pain was the language of the endless night
The castle breathed darkness, cold as the grave
A kingdom of predators feeding on slaves
Yet deep under stone where the dead knowledge sleeps
The twisted boy wandered where silence still weeps

Books made of skin
Whispers in blood
Runes burning undead
But never his blood

Rise!
From the shadows below!
The crooked soul they never could control!
Ice inside the broken bones!
The guardian awakens from the cold!
Rise!
Hear the cursed bells cry!
No more crawling beneath their eyes!
When the final pages ignite
Even the immortal fear the light!

Every night when the bone bells rang
He walked the abyss where the old gods sang
Dust in his lungs, oil lamps glowing
Listening close to the secrets growing
The library breathed like a living beast
Ancient tomes from forgotten priests
Empires swallowed, kingdoms erased
Memories carved in cursed black paste
And the books spoke softly inside his mind
Not with words, but warnings confined
Not yet
A whisper through the pain
Not yet
Your hour remains

He knew he was nothing
Too weak for the curse
Too twisted for feeding
A soul unrehearsed
But destiny hides
In the deepest flame
And monsters become legends
When they remember their name

One book
One touch
Burning alive in his hands!
Ancient language
Older than ruin
Older than all of the damned!
The words of Engus!
The truth of creation!
Faith standing strong through devastation!

Rise!
From the shadows below!
The crooked soul they never could control!
Ice inside the broken bones!
The guardian awakens from the cold!
Rise!
Hear the cursed bells cry!
No more crawling beneath their eyes!
When the final pages ignite
Even the immortal fear the light!

The bone bells thundered through the halls
The vampire court began to crawl
Demanding spells for endless wars
Blind to the storm behind closed doors
Solon stood before the glass
For the first time saw beyond the past
Not a beast
Not deformed
But a vessel that the heavens formed
A crooked smile across scarred skin
The fire of purpose burned within
And somewhere deep beneath the stone
The library answered to its own

Rise!
Guardian of the endless flame!
The broken child without a name!
Chosen by the ancient light!
Keeper of the final rite!
Rise!
Let the darkened kingdoms know!
No chain can bind the soul below!
When destiny calls through light and ice
Even vampires kneel before the higher!

And when the final chapter comes
No hand of darkness
No throne of blood
Will ever close
The pages
Of his story