Musicis Fabulis - The Fangward Line (Gothic Science Fantasy Metal)

Original music inspired by the Torn Void, an original gothic science fantasy universe of dying stars, ancient relics, haunted technology, broken gods, and civilisations shaped by metaphysical war. Lyrics by Musicis Fabulis. Music and vocals produced using digital composition tools. See my Torn Void playlist for more songs from this universe. The Fangward Line is where blood courts meet moonlit packs, and every border raid becomes ancestral memory. Vampiric nobles hunt for lineage, leverage, and stolen kin, while the Lunar Clans answer with fang, honour, and pack-bound fury. Beneath wounded moons, every hostage returned becomes a vow, and every lost child becomes a war that will not sleep. (Verse 1) Along the Fangward frontier, blood courts move by night, The Lunar packs are waiting in the broken moonlight. Blood Arks stalk the borders where the hostage ledgers burn, Pack-Ships cut the darkness and the stolen children turn. (Verse 2) The Hegemony names its hunger lineage and law, The Clans name every chain a wound beneath the claw. One side counts the captives by the candles burning red, One side sings the rescue-songs for living and dead. (Chorus) Blood against fang where the cold moons shine, Court against Pack on the Fangward Line. Every raid returns as a wound that will not sleep, Every hostage homecoming is a vow the packs must keep. (Verse 3) Hegemony raiders whisper through the border rain, Lunar ambush-hunters answer pain with pain. A thrall convoy vanishes where no court can boast, And a Pack-Ship howls homeward with the names of every ghost. (Verse 4) The Blood Lords speak of order with a silver smile of steel, The Clans smell stolen kinship under every polished seal. Ancestral raids keep circling through the black between, And mercy walks in chains where vengeance waits unseen. (Chorus) Blood against fang where the cold moons shine, Court against Pack on the Fangward Line. Every raid returns as a wound that will not sleep, Every hostage homecoming is a vow the packs must keep. (Bridge) No Compact stops the hatred when the old moons rise, No treaty cools the blood beneath the wounded skies. Yet some are traded back where grieving watchfires burn, And some are lost forever where the raiding ships return. (Outro) So still the Fangward Line is carved in blood and bone, Where court and pack remember every child as their own. Until the last blood-court forgets the taste of claim, The Clans will bare their fangs and keep the moonlit flame. #scifimusic #scifi #metal #thrash #tornvoid #gothic