Author's Note
Over the past year, the echoes of Anarand’aris have begun to take a new form: music. I’ve been crafting lyrics that dive deep into the lore of my fantasy world and the shadowed hearts of my characters, and I’m thrilled to start sharing them here.
“Our Wicked Game” in particular is a personal favorite. Designed as a high-tempo tango duet, it captures the razor-edged emotional tension between Kael and Ra’maen. It’s intended to be a desperate dance of power, desire, and deception.
Read through the lyrics below—I’d love to learn how you ‘hear’ the rhythm in your head!
Lyrics
[Kael]
You come to me in crimson shadows and pretended tame,
A haunting whisper of a half-forgotten name.
You wear a beauty that could make the stars all weep,
And sow your promises in dreams while I’m asleep.
[Ra’maen]
You think your sleeping mind is yours alone to keep?
I walk its hidden pathways when you rest so deep.
I lay upon you my seal of madness, passion, and of sin,
A silken trap of lace and form to draw your spirit in.
[Kael]
And you let me wake to chase the echoes of your game,
To seek and make you real, to hold your truth within my claim.
Each time we meet, it’s a mad contest of will and blade,
A sinful masquerade, a passion dance, a deadly serenade.
[Ra’maen]
And you think you hunt me, my darling, mortal man?
You’re but a pawn inside my own exquisite plan.
I let you kill me, just to feel your fierce embrace,
And see the wonder and the fury on your face.
[Both]
Oh, this is our wicked game, a dance of blood and fire,
Fueled by obsession and by dangerous desire!
The steps are set, a twisting tango of deceit,
Who is the hunter? Whose victory is sweet?
With every turn, the line between begins to blur,
For you, my executioner, and I, your willing lure.
[Kael]
I laid a deadly trap and sealed you in a tomb of stone,
Torn between the wish to go with you and be alone.
But even then, inside my waking thought,
I felt the pull of every battle that we fought.
[Ra’maen]
You sealed my body but you never touched my soul,
To break your chains was always my singular goal.
I let you have your cherished decade of repose,
While my obsession, my possession of you, grows.
[Kael]
Though spells may bind, and mountains hide you deep,
Your phantom touch still lingers in the promises you keep.
This bond between us is a curse I can’t deny,
A lethal attraction to haunt me until the day I die.
[Ra’maen]
You saw a deadly foe, a martial prize you could attain,
But never learned the essence of my real game.
You think this contest is one that you can win?
My sweet creation, where do we begin?
[Both]
Oh, this is our wicked game, a dance of blood and fire,
Fueled by obsession and by dangerous desire!
The steps are set, a twisting tango of deceit,
Who is the hunter? Whose victory is sweet?
With every turn, the line between begins to blur,
For you, my executioner, and I, your willing lure.
[Kael] I shall fight you ‘till the bitter end!
[Ra’maen] You only fight because I let you!
[Kael] Why? I shall have the truth!
[Ra’maen] Oh, I shall never let you!
[Both]
One final step, a breath, a fatal chance.
Who leads and who is led in this eternal dance?
[Kael] Forget it all, again I win—this wicked game is mine!
[Ra’maen] (Whispering) Oh, no, my dear—this wicked game… was always mine!
