Track Slayer

The Judgement of the Track Slayer

In shadows deep where echoes fade,
Old grooves once danced, now slightly frayed.
Beneath the moon, with watchful eyes,
The Track Slayer comes, where silence lies.

He wields a blade of harmonies lost,
To cleave the past at a fearful cost.
With every note, each beat laid bare,
Ancient rhythms breathe their last despair.