In the throne of bones, she reigns, Where the wails of the dead weave sorrow’s strains. Her pale hand rests upon her chin, Yet a hollow ache stirs deep within. Though shadows dance and spirits cry, A spark of warmth, she can't deny. [Drums kick in with a steady rock beat, bass guitar adds a thick, moody groove] The Goddess of Death longs for FIRE! A love that sets her cold heart a FIRE! She’s never felt this burning grace, In a world where souls find no embrace! Show her what she’s been missing! Let her blood boil with passion’s blessing! A tortured soul drifts through her domain, Marked by heartbreak and endless pain. A lover’s betrayal, a final sigh, Yet in his sorrow, she hears her own cry. She reaches out, her touch like frost, Longing to mend what both have lost. The Goddess of Death longs for FIRE! A love that sets her cold heart a FIRE! She’s never felt this burning grace, In a world where souls find no embrace! Show her what she’s been missing! Let her blood boil with passion’s blessing! Two broken hearts in shadows entwined, Bound by grief, yet souls aligned. She cradles him, soft and tight, Shielding him from eternal night. In her embrace, he slowly heals, While her ancient heart begins to feel. The Goddess of Death longs for FIRE! A love that sets her cold heart a FIRE! She’s never felt this burning grace, In a world where souls find no embrace! Show her what she’s been missing! Let her blood BOIL with passion’s blessing! The Goddess of Death knows endless night, Yet yearns to bask in love’s warm light. Through hollow eyes, she dares to dream… Of a love that flows like a mortal stream.
