THE GRIN THAT HAUNTS BAROVIA

[Verse I — The Mists Take Him] Dragged through mists that choke the sun, A realm where hope and light are none. The ravens cried, the sky turned red— “Welcome, fiend of the stitched‑on dread.” He walked the road where spirits wail, Where every prayer is doomed to fail. But still he grinned, that sewn‑on sneer— “Strahd, your judgment’s drawing near.” [Pre‑Chorus — Barovia’s Breath] Fog and sorrow, death and dread— He hunts the night the night once led. [Chorus — The Blade in the Devil’s Land] He’s the Grinning Blade, the holy scar, A curse that hunts the cursed afar. Through crypt and castle, grave and glade, He brings the end the devil made. With a smile stitched tight and wrath untamed, He’ll carve the night and burn the name. [Verse II — The Village of the Damned] In Vallaki’s streets the wicked hide, Corrupted priests, the beast inside. He shattered masks with iron creed— “Your sins are roots, and I’m the seed.” The hags of dreams screamed in the dark, He split their coven spark by spark. The werewolves fell beneath his chain— A saint of torment, forged in pain. [Pre‑Chorus — The Cards Foretold] “A blade of judgment, cold and true— The devil fears the likes of you.” [Chorus — The Hunter of the Night] He’s the Grinning Blade, the final rite, A holy terror cloaked in night. No prayer can stop his sacred swing, He is the judgment, he is the sting. With a laugh sewn tight and soul ablaze, He ends the vampire’s endless days. [Bridge — Castle Ravenloft] Through halls of bone and crimson glass, He stalked the tyrant’s shadowed past. Strahd’s cold voice whispered from the throne: “Your faith is ash. Your soul is stone.” But the Blade just grinned, his stitches bled— “I’m not your prey. I’m what you dread.” Chains of justice cracked the floor, He kicked the devil through the door. [Final Chorus — The Dawn That Shouldn’t Be] He’s the Grinning Blade, the dawn unchained, The curse‑breaker the mists ordained. He cleaved the night, he broke the throne, He freed the land of fang and bone. With a smile stitched tight and fate remade, Barovia kneels before the Blade. [Final Scream] “STRAHD—YOUR NIGHT IS DONE!”