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Born of Blood and Bone

Story

From Pasiphaë’s cursed union with the sacred bull, the Minotaur was born — a monstrous hybrid of man and beast, rejected by gods and mortals alike.

It embodied rage, guilt, and divine punishment, destined to haunt the darkness beneath Crete.

"Born of Blood and Bone" captures the terrifying birth of a creature that was never meant to live, a soul woven from despair, horror, and divine vengeance.

Lyrics

Born of Blood and Bone

From blood defiled, from broken cries
A shape of rage, a beast shall rise
No god shall save, no priest shall pray—
The cursed heart shall find its way

No cradle holds, no crown redeems—
The beast is born of shattered dreams

Born of blood, born of bone
A scream of gods, a soul alone
No throne shall claim, no love shall bind—
The monster tears the womb of mind

Through queen’s despair, through king’s disgrace
The creature wears no mortal face
Half flesh, half fang, half damned, half god—
The Minotaur shall walk the sod

No mother’s kiss, no father’s hand—
Shall tame the rage upon this land

Born of blood, born of bone
A scream of gods, a soul alone
No throne shall claim, no love shall bind—
The monster tears the womb of mind

The labyrinth calls, the darkness weaves
The beast shall crawl through endless dreams
A hunger deep, a terror crowned—
In blood and bone, the soul is drowned

Tear the flesh, drink the screams
Crown the dark with shattered dreams
No law, no light, no mercy sown—
The monster's heart is stone on stone

Born of blood, born of bone
The howl of gods, the soul alone
From cursed womb and broken line—
The monster stands where kings resign

Blood of stone, bone of flame—
The Minotaur shall bear no name