/******************************/ /* Finally the english version of "La Hechicera del Viento Negro!", I Hope you like it*/ /******************************/ [INSTRUMENTAL] [GUITAR RIFF] [GUITAR SOLO] [INSTRUMENTAL] Your skin is snow, cold as steel, Ethereal beauty, a touch to reveal, Empty eyes, no soul, no flame, She looks alive, yet feels only pain. Moonlight shines on her pale face, A beauty so cold, charm out of place, Eyes like shadows, a hollow disguise, Through her touch, death always lies. A burning thought consumes the soul, A blinded maze, no self-control, Goodness twists, and evil seems right, And noble ends turn fear overnight. Desire cuts deep, leaves no reprieve, Reason fades like whispers in the breeze, A crooked path becomes the way, Even if the price is a soul led astray. [CHORUS] The skies are flashing, lightning breaks, Children hide deep in the vineyard's wake, Black candles tremble, secrets creep, Cultists whisper where shadows sleep, Beware, the queen is drawing near: The Sorceress of Vento Negro! The Sorceress of Vento Negro! [INSTRUMENTAL] [GUITAR RIFF] [GUITAR SOLO] [INSTRUMENTAL] Heroes surround her in shining display, Blades held high, hearts won't sway, To break the curse, to end the fight, Each step they take, fear loses its bite. But the sorceress, with a weary stare, Knows their fate is beyond repair, They come with light, with hope so bright, Yet she will cast them into the night. [CHORUS] The skies are flashing, lightning breaks, Children hide deep in the vineyard's wake, Black candles tremble, secrets creep, Cultists whisper where shadows sleep, Beware, the queen is drawing near: The Sorceress of Vento Negro! The Sorceress of Vento Negro! With trembling hands, she holds a still frame, A child lost to fate's cruel game, To raise him again from death's cold grip, She gave her flesh, let her heart slip. The task is done, a life restored, But her own soul bears the sword, The master breathes, victory cries, Yet the child’s death still haunts her eyes. [INSTRUMENTAL] [GUITAR RIFF] [GUITAR SOLO] [INSTRUMENTAL] [BREAK] "Arrhênia shall fall beneath my hands, A web of magic, broken strands, With ancient spells, I'll weave the way, And bend the ether to my sway." [CHORUS] The skies are flashing, lightning breaks, Children hide deep in the vineyard's wake, Black candles tremble, secrets creep, Cultists whisper where shadows sleep, Beware, the queen is drawing near: The Sorceress of Vento Negro! The Sorceress of Vento Negro! [END]