The Devil's Phantom AI Song

[Intro] [A chilling violin begins, accompanied by low, ominous guitar chords. The atmosphere is heavy, mysterious, like stepping into a place of ancient magic.] (Verse 1) I found the tent, a blackened hive, A cursed place, where shadows thrive. I felt a pull, a dread so tight, I should have fled into the night. The air was thick with scent and smoke, My every fear, it stirred, awoke. And there he sat, a shape of dark, The devil’s spell, the devil’s mark. (Pre-Chorus 1) His hands, they moved with wicked grace, Each trick, a challenge to this place. The cards, the flames, they danced like sin, A hellish game he played to win. [Chorus 1] [Music builds ominously as the magic intensifies, guitars growling, drums pounding softly like a heartbeat.] He casts his magic in the gloom, A shadow's breath, a devil's tomb. The world around him twists and spins, I felt the pull of all my sins. Coins that vanished, mirrors lied, I couldn’t trust the very sky. (Verse 2) His fingers, thin like brittle bone, His eyes, they glowed, his voice a groan. Each spell, a curse, a twisted fate, And then I saw his masked face break. With one quick motion, cold as stone, He revealed what lay unknown. A face so hollow, pale and dead, A demon’s mask, it filled my head. (Pre-Chorus 2) [Music crescendos as the reveal of his face plunges the spectator into horror, violins screeching softly, building intensity.] A gasp escaped, my blood turned chill, A devil’s face, its eyes so still. His gaze, it froze me where I stood, A phantom from the underwood. [Chorus 2] [The music swells, guitars roaring as the fear reaches its peak. The reveal of his face brings a powerful, crashing crescendo.] He casts his magic in the dark, A devil's soul, a serpent's mark. The world around him bent to ash, Each move he made, my hope did crash. A mask removed, a face of dread, A creature risen from the dead. (Bridge) [The music shifts, slowing and softening as Erik begins to sing. His voice fills the space, otherworldly and majestic, with violin playing an ethereal melody beneath it.] But then he sang, a voice so pure, It broke the chains, I was unsure. No longer cold, no longer damned, His song, it raised me by the hand. A sound divine, it soared so high, Like angels falling from the sky. (Chorus 3) [The music transitions into a majestic chorus as the spectator’s perception shifts. Erik’s voice becomes angelic, as the violin and guitar soar in a heavenly, haunting harmony.] He cast his voice into the air, A phantom's hymn, beyond compare. No devil now, no fiend in sight, His song transformed the darkest night. Was he an angel? Was he man? A phantom under heaven's plan? (Outro) [The music slowly fades, leaving an air of mystery. A soft violin echoes Erik’s voice, uncertain and otherworldly.] The magic cursed, it held me tight, But ‘twas his voice that banished fright. Was he a devil? Or divine? A phantom of some darker line?