Shadows stretch across the iron floor, Chains hang heavy where the pillars soar. Candles flicker in the velvet night, Bathed in an unnatural, bleeding light. From the ashes of a fallen throne, A sovereign queen arises, carved in stone. Chorus Rise, Queen of the Obsidian Veil! Where mortal prayers and fragile promises fail. Crowned in horns and a blazing ring, Hear the ancient choirs sing: Six-Six-Six written in the flame, Whisper low, invoke the dark domain. Dark wings unfold against the burning sky, Watching empires crumble, watch them die. A glowing orb spins heavy in her hand, Shaping destiny across the land. Skulls of the forgotten guard the gate, Bound forever to a twisted fate. Chorus Rise, Queen of the Obsidian Veil! Where mortal prayers and fragile promises fail. Crowned in horns and a blazing ring, Hear the ancient choirs sing: Six-Six-Six written in the flame, Whisper low, invoke the dark domain. Bridge Crimson sigils pulse upon her chest, Every weary soul put to the test. Look into her ruby eyes and see The absolute design of prophecy. Let the temple fall to dust. In the red abyss, we trust. Six-Six-Six... The reign has just begun.
