Legends tell of an instrument of powerful magic

All covered in gold, and it can create any sound

But the tales of its users are always so tragic

This cruel artifact should never have been found

The Golden Lute is an artifact of doom and curse

You’ll have your wish but pay a price very steep

Those who pluck its strings always end up worse

It should not have been unearthed from the deep

The Conductor used it to further her own science

To rule life and death, gain knowledge forbidden

Killed by a vampire fueled by anger and defiance

Her discoveries forgotten, her technology hidden

Nocturna sought to bury the entire vampire clan

Make them nothing but a myth of the distant past

But there was only one way to execute this plan

All of them would perish, but she’d be the last

Octavian went looking for musical fame and glory

The lute turned his music alive and inescapable

But sour and bitter, became trapped in purgatory

His genius discarded, his fate turned to a fable

Aria took it, hoping to heal the hopelessly sick

To cure the plague, to save her despairing town

Suspicion and jealously of power followed quick

Forced to flee, a daughter left to live it down

Dorian searched for it hoping to revive his wife

A decade mourned, he saw her rise from her grave

But now she had to keep playing to keep her life

Soul doomed to decay, now just the lute’s slave

And then with bitterness, Aria held it once more

So determined to end the curse and save the rest

But it’d demand her life, ascending every floor

To defeat the evil, finish her bittersweet quest