The Labyrinth Belongs To Me-Villain Song [Commission]

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A maze of cold marble winds without end, its beauty designed not to welcome, but to disarm. Every polished surface is a mirror that lies, every golden flourish a hook to draw the eye away from the true exit that never existed. Those who wander here walk in circles, their footsteps echoing into nothing, unaware that the walls themselves are listening. It is a place where the architecture is patient, and cruelty wears the mask of refinement.

Here, the game is older than the players, and the rules were written long before they entered. The air tastes of promises spoken in velvet tones, the kind that bind tighter than chains. The keeper of these halls does not chase—she waits. Every turn, every shortcut, every daring escape was her gift, placed for her own amusement. The prey’s triumph is not a failure of the trap, but the flourish of the hunt.

Time itself bends in this place. Clocks run in reverse, shadows reach for those who think they’ve found the light, and every victory leads deeper into the snare. The maze teaches that persistence is no shield when the path itself belongs to another. It is not about speed, nor strength, nor wit—it is about realizing too late that the board was set against you from the start.

And yet, beneath the elegance lies something more dangerous than malice—certainty. The certainty of one who has played this game a hundred times, and will play it a hundred more. She is not seeking to win; she is waiting for you to lose. In this place, the walls do not simply confine—they decide who you will be when you finally stop running.

𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬:

[Intro]
Oh… little lights, flicker in my hall…
Tiptoe fast, darlings, try not to fall.
I built each turn, I paved each bend,
You dance toward your chosen end.

[Verse 1]
Did you think I wouldn’t smell the scent of hope?
It clings to you, a sweeter perfume than most.
Step here, step there, don’t trip on my thread,
I’ll guide you kindly… straight to the dead.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve seen your fathers kneel, your mothers plead,
All of them thinking they’d make me bleed.

[Chorus 1]
But the labyrinth belongs to me.
I know every secret seam,
Every echo, every scream
I play the song, you keep in time,
Your victory’s just another rhyme.

[Verse 2]
Oh Zenith, boy, I know your name,
It trembles sweet on my tongue like flame.
Wouldn’t it be tragic, poetic, neat?
To send you home as your father’s defeat?

[Pre-Chorus]
And Dust, your charm’s a paper crown,
One breath from me, and it flutters down.

[Chorus 2]
For the labyrinth belongs to me.
Every torch and every key,
Every path you think is free
They bend, they twist, they lead you here,
And I am the ending you should fear.

[Instrumental Break]
[The waltz tempo cracks into a jagged, percussive march; brass swells like rising heat]

[Interlude]
Run faster, my little thieves,
The walls will close when I believe.
And oh, how I believe in the taste of your despair…

[Bridge]
Twenty years, I’ve walked this game,
Twenty years, and it’s still the same —
Heroes burn, and angels fade,
And I drink the ashes that they’ve made.

[Chorus 3]
The labyrinth belongs to me.
You’ll find no dawn, no gentle sea.
Only the truth — my cruel decree:
That every step you thought was yours
Was just a dance on my killing floor.

[Outro]
[Music slows, strings glide into silence]
So rest, my prey… you’ve run your part.
I knew your end before you start.