[Verse 1] Upon a throne forged out of weeping bone, The Queen of Anguish reigns completely alone. Within her dark domain where shadows creep, She harvests every tear the broken weep. [Verse 2] Her slender hands wield whips of barbed despair, While agonizing screams perfume the air. She turns all lingering hope to jagged glass, Watching the lingering ghosts of mortals pass. [Verse 3] The Plane of Torment twists with writhing chains, Where endless sorrow washes down like rains. Her iron towers pierce the dismal skies, Reflecting horror in her cold, dark eyes. [Verse 4] She measures pain in every thumping beat, Making the boldest champions face defeat. No flesh or spirit escapes her barbed embrace, For sufferance is the virtue of her grace. [Instrumental Interlude - Dark Fantasy Breakdown] [Verse 5] Her ravenous ravens circle overhead, Feasting upon the memories of the dead. Each quiet whimpering cry and gasping breath Feeds her eternal appetite for death. [Verse 6] The Sorcerer of Suffering knows no peace, Nor does she grant the tortured soul release. She binds the mind in coils of raw distress, And crowns herself the Queen of Bitterness. [Outro] So bow before the mistress of the rack, Where light fades out and turns to pitch and black. Hail Saryrn, ruler of the dreadful night, Who turns all mortal joy to endless blight. [End]
