(Verse 1 – Slow and eerie, like a whisper on the wind) The tide rolls high, the moon burns pale, A song drifts soft upon the gale. A voice so sweet, yet filled with woe, It calls the sailors far below. A queen once proud, a fate so dire, Cast to the depths in rage and fire. Now cursed to roam where shadows creep, A bride of death beneath the deep. (Chorus – Haunting and melancholic, like a ghostly choir singing from the mist) Hark! The drowned queen sings tonight, A melody of sorrow’s blight. Turn your bow, do not delay, Or join her court beneath the bay! (Verse 2 – The tale of her wrath, cold and vengeful) A lover spurned, a kingdom lost, A curse was sealed at cruelest cost. The sea took all, but not her soul, Now vengeance guides the waves that roll. The barnacles cling, the cannons cry, Her spectral fleet shall never die. Through shattered hulls and broken beams, She haunts the world in shattered dreams. (Chorus – More powerful, as if the spirits of the drowned are rising in fury) Hark! The drowned queen sings tonight, A melody of sorrow’s blight. Turn your bow, do not delay, Or join her court beneath the bay! (Bridge – A ghostly, chilling interlude, as whispers of lost sailors echo through the fog) The dead shall rise, the storm shall wail, No mast shall stand, no ship shall sail. The tide is hers, the night her own, Where Cylostra’s voice has flown. (Verse 3 – The final warning, the last glimpse before doom takes hold) The lanterns fade, the mist rolls in, A figure waits with ghastly grin. A hand so pale, a voice so sweet, A love that drags you to the deep. (Final Chorus – Grand and inevitable, like the final pull of the tide) Hark! The drowned queen sings tonight, A melody of sorrow’s blight. Turn your bow, do not delay, Or join her court beneath the bay!
