Barter of the Gray Kings (Extended 2)

Prologue

Down in the crawlspace, silent and cold

Shadows flicker where secrets are sold

Gray kings feasting on a bargain scream

While serpent men hunt in the cracks between

Verse 0

Welcome to the duct room—misery floor

Hands from the dark claw for something more

Scales on the ceiling, fangs in the air

Knowledge of the dead slips everywhere

Barter your memories, pieces of your face

The object of debt no one dares to trace

Original devil caught in his grind

Flesh conquerors circle, all of them blind

Pre-Intro

Strange kings murmur, never say your name

Twisted games waiting—never played the same

Intro

Gray flesh kings line the shadowed wall

Serpent men slithering, ancient call

Smoke curls under red-black cracks

Duct room of hell, no crawling back

Verse 1

Step into the barter, reptile eyes gaze

Flesh conquerors waiting, stuck in their maze

Knowledge spilled like sacred rot

Whispers of the dead twisting every thought

Hands grip tight, deal with devils inside

Trade it all away, got nowhere to hide

Strange kings sneer with a frozen grin

When you play their games, you never win

Chorus

Flesh conqueror of conquerors (yeah)

Barter in the duct room of hell (no escape)

Reptile kings roll the dice (slither)

Twisted games they never play, oh well

Post-Chorus

Lost in the hallways

Trading lies for feral reigns

Verse 2

Serpent men passing knowledge of the dead

Whispers from gray kings, all painted red

The object is the cursed, forever in debt

Trade your soul away, you can never forget

Pre-Chorus

Original devil grindin', teeth on stone

While they play twisted games, you’re never alone

Oh the hoeaaa, the setup in bone

The knowledge of silence, all on its own

Chorus

Flesh conqueror of conquerors

Barter in the duct room of hell

Reptile kings roll the dice

Twisted games they never play, oh well

Post-Chorus

Lost in the hallways

Trading lies for feral reigns

Bridge

Gray flesh kings chant your regret

Serpent men grin, place their bet

Hallways twisted, never see the sun

Dead knowledge creeps, the game has begun

Verse 3

Devil Ockacha stirs in a sulfur haze

Barter with the kings, locked in the daze

Flesh conquerors circle, hunger remains

Pipe smoke rising in red-black chains

You trade your secrets, you trade your soul

For knowledge of the dead, still never whole

Gray kings laugh in the hiss of the flames

In the duct room of hell, you’re playing their games

Chorus

Flesh conqueror of conquerors

Barter in the duct room of hell

Reptile kings roll the dice

Twisted games they never play, oh well

Post-Chorus

Lost in the hallways

Trading lies for feral reigns

Outro

Serpent men laughing as your memories drain

Gray kings counting every ounce of pain

Bartered your name for a chance to know

Flesh hollowed out in the undertow

Original devil, spinning the thread

Duct room hauntings, ghost of the dead

Barter still burning, stuck in the game

Reptile eyes watching, nothing the same

Chant

Hoeaaa beneath, where secrets stay

Grind the bargain, fade away

Flesh conquerors howl, gray kings remain

In the duct room of hell, forever the chain