Musicis Fabulis - The Lunar Clans (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 Lunar Clans stride through the void as werewolf kin, bound by moonblood, pack, honour, and ancestral dream. Their rage is not mindless savagery, but a sacred force mastered through oath, scar, and struggle. From living Pack-Ships and bone-forged raiders, they hunt the enemies who would steal blood, memory, or self-command. Against vampires, demons, and false law, their howls declare a people who remain whole beneath the moon. Their song is fury disciplined by belonging and living memory. (Verse 1) Beyond the charted borders where the broken moon-tides turn, The werewolf Clans awaken as the ancient starfires burn. Their bodies bear the Moonwake, fang and sinew, scar and bone, Yet honour binds the monster so it never hunts alone. (Verse 2) They stride as towering werewolves beneath the silver glare, With human thought in amber eyes and battle in their stare. Their Pack-Ships cross the darkness like dens of living hide, Where ancestors and cub-bloods keep the old oaths deep inside. (Chorus) The Lunar Clans are howling where the broken starlanes run, Not beasts without a memory, but kin beneath the sun. They carry rage with honour, claw and oath in every breath, And prove their living bodies in the hunt against death. (Verse 3) Clan Hrukkar breaks the battle with iron-fanged delight, While Skollan dream-seers listen to the stars at night. Clan Varak forges bone-ships from moonlit hide and steel, While Nyvrok dies with fangs bared to make the war drums peal. (Verse 4) Clan Draeven moves in silence where the void-born shadows creep, While Packless ghosts remember every oath they could not keep. They feud with crimson nobles who would drink their blood and name, And stand with wary Hunters when a darker foe brings flame. (Chorus) The Lunar Clans are howling where the broken starlanes run, Not beasts without a memory, but kin beneath the sun. They carry rage with honour, claw and oath in every breath, And prove their living bodies in the hunt against death. (Bridge) The beast within them rises, but the pack commands its roar, And honour holds the hunger back from endless, nameless war. Their scars become their scripture, their dead stand at their side, No shame can break the werewolf who has nothing left to hide. (Outro) So still the Clans go running where the cold moons flood the night, Part human, part star-beast, but never lost to blight. They do not beg for mercy from the thrones that call them wrong, They answer as one people with a battle-hallowed song. #scifimusic #scifi #metal #thrash #tornvoid #gothic