[Intro] [Background music with a deep, dark pulse, melancholic piano notes, and a subtle glass tinkling] [Very sensual, soft, and whispering female voice, almost in the ear] They say the moon keeps secrets... that blood prefers silence... and that sometimes, destiny's purse... only accepts one final whim. Do you hear the hooves in the distance? [Verse 1] Night after night, behind a veil of pearls, there you stand—both queen and slave. Guarding secrets that burn the earth, while the wolves watch with a thirsty gaze. Among psychopaths praising you from afar, you carry the power to rule their altar, trapped in the glow of your own mirrors, with the curse of waiting, a prisoner. [Pre-Chorus] [Accelerating rhythm, rising tension] But the sky breaks open, the magic begins... the sun fades away and paints the vastness red. [Chorus] Let the night tremble and the moon fall down! If blood is the ink that washes the pain, today the spell breaks, the cradle's unbound, no cursed legend can stop Alator's reign. Let the moon drown in its own condemnation, let the past burn with its sad crystal... Today a highwayman gallops through my veins, and steals the pearls from the Astral Lady! [Verse 2] Don't expect fairy-tale princesses of lies, nor the typical noble passing by. A highwayman comes to ignite the fire, with broken titles from a brutal world's pyre. He'll confiscate that weeping pearl's trace, turn it to small change, shatter it in place... to make way for a necklace of bright rubies that brings back your soul's smile and grace. [Bridge] [Music drops, leaving only a heavy electronic or acoustic pulse and a heart-wrenching voice] And if extra points are won while laughing... let rubies rain down on the city-side. There's no more ice in your eyes, you're breaking free from the chilling frost of your lonely tide. [Final Chorus] [Maximum power, euphoric trance drop, and epic choirs] Let the night tremble and the moon fall down! If blood is the ink that washes the pain, today the spell breaks, the cradle's unbound, no cursed legend can stop Alator's reign. Let the moon drown in its own condemnation, let the past burn with its sad crystal... Today a highwayman gallops through my veins, and steals the pearls from the Astral Lady! [Outro] [Instruments fade out slowly, a deep echo remains] ...And the reddish glow is always more sensual. For the Lady... of the night. [Dry silence] [End]
