A nameless shadow prowls the gaslit London maze, Hunting the singular face to break my timeless daze. Beneath the weeping skies, your silhouette appears, Igniting a spark that shatters four hundred winter years. The ashes of the slaughtered, the centuries of dread, Dissolve into the fog that crowns my immortal head! A stranger’s icy touch, yet ancient clockwork spins, A long-forgotten tune where memory begins. Your eyes reflect a void of majesty and grief, A haunting architectures that beggars all belief. What is this burning ache? Why does the empire fade? A prehistoric oath awakes a promise we once made... I crossed the blackest oceans to drag you from the shore! A ghost from yesterday knocking at my iron door! Exiled by the heavens, condemned by holy crown, We guide each other’s hands to burn this city down! The soul of Elisabeta returns to claim the throne, Love is the only empire rising from the stone! Elisabeta... Anima mea... No ocean is too deep. No era is too vast. Sempiterna... Amor... Lux Perpetua...
