Heir of the Void - Lyric Video

Vandal Victus was raised to inherit a name. He inherited a war instead. Old blood. Black armor. A blade that watches from the dark. A lifetime of pride sharpened into hatred, handed down like duty and called honor by those too cowardly to name it. But borrowed fire burns out. And when the lie finally breaks, what remains is not mercy. Not forgiveness. Not peace. Only the Void. This track is Vandal at the moment inheritance becomes a weapon turned backward: cold, furious, scarred, and no longer willing to be the blade someone else deployed. He is the son they shaped. Now they can receive what they made. ⚫ Track: Heir of the Void 🎤 Artist: Vandal Victus 🎵 Produced by: Suno AI / vizzy.io https://suno.com/s/6ZKOQ5iEyBqKhYRU Lyrics: I was born beneath a black star With the old blood in my veins Taught the line was something sacred Taught the break deserved the blame They gave me words like weapons They gave me pride like weight A House can call it honor When it teaches sons to hate Borrowed fire burns out cold When it meets a living will And a hate you didn’t own Breaks on a heart that beats like steel I am the Void Heir Black blade, cold stare Fear me now because I care What remains and what lies bare I am the Void Heir No prayer, no spare I won’t miss you by a hair Because “you” is no longer there Is no longer there There’s an eye inside the weapon There’s a hunger in the steel It has watched me name my anger It has watched me call it real Every oath became a mirror Every wound became a door I went looking for an enemy And found my shadow on the floor You can polish hate like silver You can dress it up as law But the blade knows when your hand shakes And the Void knows what it saw I am the Void Heir Black blade, cold stare Fear me now because I care What remains and what lies bare I am the Void Heir No prayer, no spare I won’t miss you by a hair Because “you” is no longer there I carried their war like a brand on my skin Called it my oath while it ate me within Black star above me, black blade in my hand Void in the wound where the old orders stand No altar above me No law in my veins No voice in my blood gets to name me again If I open the dark, let the whole world beware I choose what remains And what lies bare And what lies bare Raised by the line Ruled by the name Fed by the lie Lit by the shame I cut the chain I cut the claim I cut the hand that aimed my hate Black Blade Void Star Step close, face my scars Black blade Cold stare I choose What stays there I am the Heir of the Void I am the son you destroyed I bear the gift of my anger So come receive it, you fraud I am the Heir of the Void I'm not the blade you deployed You filled my hands with your hatred Don’t act surprised when it returns I am the Heir of the Void No chain, no claim, no decoy The old blood ends where I cut it Your hateful reign will be dethroned Be dethroned Black Star watches The old fire dies The blade comes home And opens its eye No borrowed flame No borrowed hate Only the Void And the final choice I made