TITLE: ASH ROAD QUEENS [Verse 1 — Male] I saw red cloth burning past the pine, Iron girls walking out of shrine-smoke light. One had thunder chained inside her hand, One had dragon fire written in her stance. [Verse 2 — Female] We came down where the cold gates groan, Boots in the frost, blades under bone. No sweet hymn, no mercy bell, Only old names carved where kingdoms fell. [Pre-Chorus — Male + Female] Dust on the tongue, Ash in the rain, Hear that road call out our names. [Chorus — Male + Female] We ride the black mile, We haunt the low sky, With wolven-door shadows and storm-lit grins. No soft road waiting, No clean way through, Just fire behind us and night turning blue. Ash road queens, Blood moon seen, We leave our marks where the wild has been. [Verse 3 — Female] She smiled once with a knife at her hip, Said, “Trouble only bites if you loosen your grip.” The dead town watched from broken stone, While ravens counted what we left alone. [Verse 4 — Male] There’s a hammer flash where the lightning bends, There’s a dragon cry when the old world ends. Leather, steel, and a funeral grin, Every saint locked out, every sinner let in. [Pre-Chorus — Male + Female] Mud on the heel, Smoke in the braid, Every vow sharpened, Every sin cleaned. [Chorus — Male + Female] We ride the black mile, We haunt the low sky, With wolven-door shadows and storm-lit grins. No soft road waiting, No clean way through, Just fire behind us and night turning blue. Ash road queens, Blood moon seen, We leave our marks where the wild has been. [Bridge — Female] Don’t call us angels. Don’t call us damned. We are the last spark held in the hand. [Bridge — Male] Don’t ask for shelter. Don’t ask for grace. The storm knows all our faces, Cleaned of sin. [Final Chorus — All] We ride the black mile, We shake the cold ground, With iron hearts and a war-drum sound. No throne worth saving, No lie worth gold, Just the road ahead and the night gone cold. Ash road queens, Blood moon seen, We leave our marks where the wild has been. [Outro — Female, low] When the gate shuts hard… listen close. That ain’t the wind. That’s us coming home.
