Uploaded August 2024 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago

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Once upon a time, there was a strange Raposa named Wilfre, who sought to draw his own creations in the Book of Life...

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LYRICS:
[Wilfre on the Bridge]
Out of the shadows
The one left forgotten
You called me a vermin
That went against your will

Well, who made you our God?
Claiming you know better
I tried to bring freedom
I tried to bring solace

But you know, I will admit
That I was kind of jealous
Why blame me?
I thought you loved
Everyone you drew to life

I know that I’m in the right
I know that I’m the sane one
Of course I’m questioning a God
That only talks to no-one

We’re nothing but your puppets
Created for a greater goal
What happened to the life promised
To my village so long ago?

But you know, I will admit
That creation is exciting
Why blame me?
I love, like you
Everything that’s drawn to life

[Shadow Showdown]
Face to face with your own creation
I wonder which of us will fall?
You sat and watched shadows encroach
At the end, do you answer their call?

A new puppet’s here to play
This is what you call their hero?
A useless wooden mannequin
Stands against me, the world’s downfall!

A book shredded page by page
Eternal flames that dim and fade
Then in the night, the terror will start

This has gone on long enough
You wanted chaos? You’re in luck
Creations forgotten will only die

So bow down to the scorpion
This world’s one final guardian
Protecting their lives ‘till the colour fades

But, no, I will admit that
I was kind of jealous of all of your creations
Why do you get control of every life
You draw, and why should we even listen?

So put down your pen
As you say “amen”
Shadows and scribbles are born again

So say goodbye
Hear the Rapo cry
Prepare to see a God now die

The sun will never rise
Are you ever satisfied?
I will not rest till my ink runs out

You gave me life, now you atone
With mayors and kings now overthrown
Don’t you think we’re better off alone?

You threw coins in wishing wells to make it better
Looking for a flower that could resurrect him
But by now, you should know that his fate’s in stone
And the ghosts of those other gods were only lying

So, yes, I will admit creation’s fun
Watch all the colours merge to bloody red

I’ll kill you myself instead!

A book shredded page by page
Eternal flames that dim and fade
Then in the night, the terror will start

Everything will turn to ash
All thanks to that fateful crash
A nightmare ending brightly with a colour splash

Come on, little mannequin
Let the shadow eat your skin
Against your creations, you will never win

THIS WORLD, I WILL MEND!
DARKNESS WILL DESCEND!
Please, tell me this is not my end…!