Fake Saints Fall | Dark Fantasy Music | Hero Killer Theme #dnd

Fake Saints Fall by ANTI HERO - Available Soon on Spotify/Apple Music The fake saints fall when the night rolls in. I am the tolling bell for every hidden sin — no saving grace for a fraud in mail. Just a cold iron blade and a quiet trail. I bleed for the cause. I do not want the fame. I carve out the rot to protect the name. If the gods will not strike you, I will take the job. Lyrics : (Mmm... the fake saints fall...) (Mmm... the fake saints fall...) You call it a quest. I call it a business. You wear the shiny steel and claim the holy light But I see what you do when you are out of sight You take the peasant's coin and leave 'em out to bleed Then pray to up above to justify your greed You pose for all the bards to write a pretty song But man I've watched your guild and knew that you were wrong A hero gives their life without a second thought But every one of you is just a puppet bought The cape is velvet red, the smile is painted wide But there is nothing real left beating deep inside I sharpen up the steel, I track you in the rain I bring the honest truth to wash away the stain Oh, the fake saints fall when the night rolls in I'm the tolling bell for your hidden sin You can flash your spells, you can swing your mace But I'll wipe that smug look right off your face Ain't no saving grace for a fraud in mail Just a cold iron blade and a quiet trail Yeah I bleed for the cause, I don't want the fame I just carve out the rot to protect the name I ain't a holy man, I know my hands are red I sleep out in the dirt and talk to all the dead But every single kill was someone faking good A rat who wore a crown and hid inside the hood You sell a bit of hope, you charge a heavy toll And trade away the weak just to save your soul Well keep your magic rings and keep your shiny crest I'll put an arrow through your soft and beating chest Oh, the fake saints break when the night rolls in I'm the heavy price for your hidden sin You can flash your spells, you can swing your mace But I'll wipe that smug look right off your face Ain't no saving grace for a fraud in mail Just a cold iron blade and a quiet trail Yeah I bleed for the cause, I'll take all the blame I just cut out the rot to protect the name If the gods won't strike you, I'll take the job I'll be the grim reaper for the cheering mob I'll burn in the pit so the innocent survive I'm the only real justice keeping them alive Your armor rusts. Your legends die. The bards forget the song. But the streets are finally clean. Rest in pieces, hero. #darkfantasy #dnd #villaintheme #epicmusic #herokiller #darkorchestral #fantasymusic