The Devil's Phantom AI Song

[Intro] [A slow, haunting violin begins, accompanied by soft, deliberate guitar chords. The atmosphere is heavy and mysterious.] (Verse 1) I found the tent, so black, so wide, A place where shadows seek to hide. I felt a pull, so cold, so tight, I should have fled into the night. The air was thick, with smoke and flame, Each breath I took, whispered his name. And there he sat, a shadow’s king, The devil’s curse, the darkness’ sting. (Pre-Chorus 1) His hands, they danced with eerie grace, Each trick, a spell upon this place. The cards, the flames, they danced like sin, A hellish game I couldn’t win. [Chorus 1] [The music swells ominously but at a slower pace, each note drawn out.] He casts his magic through the air, A devil’s gaze, a serpent’s glare. The world around him shifts and bends, As though I’d stumbled to its end. Coins that vanished, mirrors lied, I felt the darkness deep inside. (Verse 2) His fingers, thin as brittle bone, His face, concealed behind a stone. Each move, a curse, a wicked game, And then his mask dissolved in flame. One motion quick, my heart did race, I stared upon his cursed face. So pale, so cold, a hollow shell, A devil's form, a shade from hell. (Pre-Chorus 2) [The music crescendos as the horror of his face grows, but the tempo stays deliberate, building tension.] My breath grew short, my blood ran cold, His mask was gone, his face was bold. His gaze, it froze me where I stood, A phantom of some ancient wood. [Chorus 2] [The music rises, but it’s drawn out, building tension. The reveal of his face brings a strong, slow crescendo.] He casts his magic in the night, A devil’s form, a chilling sight. The world around him bent to dust, Each move he made, destroyed my trust. A mask removed, a face of dread, A creature risen from the dead. (Bridge) [The music shifts, softening as Erik begins to sing. His voice is slow, ethereal, and majestic, with long, lingering notes.] But then he sang, so pure, so high, It broke the chains, I could not cry. No longer cold, no longer damned, His song, it took me by the hand. A sound so bright, it filled the air, Like angels soaring everywhere. [Chorus 3] [The music rises into a powerful, majestic chorus as Erik’s voice enchants the spectator. The tempo slows further, each note lingering.] He cast his voice, it filled the room, A phantom’s hymn, a brighter gloom. No devil now, no fiend in sight, His song transformed the deepest night. Was he an angel? Was he man? A phantom under heaven’s plan? (Outro) [The music fades slowly, with the violin echoing Erik’s otherworldly voice.] The magic dark, it held me tight, But ‘twas his song that banished fright. Was he a devil, or divine? A phantom from some deeper line? [Final soft guitar and violin linger, then fade into silence.]