Beneath the blood-red moon, the iron gates unbar A coven born of midnight, sworn to no fixed star The Citadel of Thorns awakes as candles bleed Where dark queens weave their shadows and answer every need A low growl in the dark, the wolves begin to pace As ancient, ritual magic claims this sacred space. (Chorus) Rise from the mirror-reach, let the dark fire burn! To the bones and the ashes, the old ways return! We wear the crown of thorns, we hold the sovereign night Underneath the crimson moon, we feast away the light! (Verse 2) A dagger in the palm, the open book of spells The venom in the serpent where the ancient silence dwells We walk the path of embers through the gothic hall Where shadows stretch their fingers and the heavy curtains fall No mercy for the living when the ritual is cast We lock the present forward and we exhume the past. (Chorus) Rise from the mirror-reach, let the dark fire burn! To the bones and the ashes, the old ways return! We wear the crown of thorns, we hold the sovereign night Underneath the crimson moon, we feast away the light! (Bridge) Skulls upon the altar stone, the melting wax runs red We speak the secret murmurs that awaken all the dead With wings of ash and velvet, and a heart of blackened steel This empire of the night is the only truth we feel. (Guitar Solo / Instrumental Build) (Chorus) Rise from the mirror-reach, let the dark fire burn! To the bones and the ashes, the old ways return! We wear the crown of thorns, we hold the sovereign night Underneath the crimson moon, we feast away the light! (Outro) Let the fire burn. The dark queens reign. No turning back. Forever.
