Princess of Eibhlín

progressive rock, avant-garde industrial, grunge

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[Title: The Last Goodbye (Princess of the Eibhlín)]
[Verse 1]
A shroud of cold light seeps through the stone,
Benjamin waits in the echo alone.
Her shadow withdraws, a fracture in time,
Love bleeds away in a funeral line.
Her name is a wound, stitched shut by the frost,
He watches her vanish, counting each loss.
[Pre-Chorus]
Steel in her silence, a crown forged in pain,
She buries her heart under ash and the rain.
He calls to the darkness, voice lost in the void,
Her leaving a requiem, hope destroyed.
[Chorus]
Gone—she is gone—like a ghost in the wire,
Ash on his tongue, love burned in the fire.
She walks through the ruins, the past left behind,
Princess of Eibhlín, her death intertwined.
[Verse 2]
Drums pound like thunder, blood in the sand,
Violin weeps where the willows still stand.
She carries the burden, the sword and the name,
Abandoning warmth for the chill and the chain.
Her mother’s a memory, flickering, frail—
Alora is dying where duty prevails.
[Pre-Chorus]
Walls closing in with the weight of the crown,
Resigned to the silence, she lays her life down.
He screams in the silence, the ache never heard,
Her memory lingers, a forgotten word.
[Chorus]
Gone—she is gone—like a ghost in the wire,
Ash on his tongue, love burned in the fire.
She walks through the ruins, the past left behind,
Princess of Eibhlín, her death intertwined.
[Bridge]
Tribal drums rising, the world split apart,
Industrial thunder, a hole in his heart.
Violins tremble, the chamber strings cry,
Cold reverb swallows her last lullaby.
[Breakdown – Instrumental]
(Chamber orchestra swells, industrial noise and tribal drums clash, bass pulses in odd meter. Vocals whisper, layered and distant: “Gone… gone… gone…”)
[Final Chorus]
Gone—she is gone—buried deep in the mire,
Ashes and echoes, a funeral pyre.
She walks through the silence, the world left behind,
Princess of Eibhlín, with death intertwined.
[Outro]
A name carved in silence, a crown made of grief,
He stands in the ruin, no hope, no relief.
A cold, endless echo—her shadow, his song—
The last goodbye ringing; now she is gone.

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[Title: The Last Goodbye (Princess of the Eibhlín)] [Verse 1] A shroud of cold light seeps through the stone, Benjamin waits in the echo alone. Her shadow withdraws, a fracture in time, Love bleeds away in a funeral line. Her name is a wound, stitched shut by the frost, He watches her vanish, counting each loss. [Pre-Chorus] Steel in her silence, a crown forged in pain, She buries her heart under ash and the rain. He calls to the darkness, voice lost in the void, Her leaving a requiem, hope destroyed. [Chorus] Gone—she is gone—like a ghost in the wire, Ash on his tongue, love burned in the fire. She walks through the ruins, the past left behind, Princess of Eibhlín, her death intertwined. [Verse 2] Drums pound like thunder, blood in the sand, Violin weeps where the willows still stand. She carries the burden, the sword and the name, Abandoning warmth for the chill and the chain. Her mother’s a memory, flickering, frail— Alora is dying where duty prevails. [Pre-Chorus] Walls closing in with the weight of the crown, Resigned to the silence, she lays her life down. He screams in the silence, the ache never heard, Her memory lingers, a forgotten word. [Chorus] Gone—she is gone—like a ghost in the wire, Ash on his tongue, love burned in the fire. She walks through the ruins, the past left behind, Princess of Eibhlín, her death intertwined. [Bridge] Tribal drums rising, the world split apart, Industrial thunder, a hole in his heart. Violins tremble, the chamber strings cry, Cold reverb swallows her last lullaby. [Breakdown – Instrumental] (Chamber orchestra swells, industrial noise and tribal drums clash, bass pulses in odd meter. Vocals whisper, layered and distant: “Gone… gone… gone…”) [Final Chorus] Gone—she is gone—buried deep in the mire, Ashes and echoes, a funeral pyre. She walks through the silence, the world left behind, Princess of Eibhlín, with death intertwined. [Outro] A name carved in silence, a crown made of grief, He stands in the ruin, no hope, no relief. A cold, endless echo—her shadow, his song— The last goodbye ringing; now she is gone. [AlorawithDragon Music 2026 (C) All Rights Reserved]

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