The queen born of ashes

(( ***Ophelia Szabo comes from the Hungarian nobility, with whom she broke with long ago. Today, the Ventrue antitribu walks her own, nocturnal path. And is anything but what one would imagine of the members of the original vampire clan. She prefers fast and loud vehicles, never shies away from a fight—and often provokes one herself. She collects weapons and fights not only with firepower but also with her fists or sword. ***)) Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/e4a881bd-9c9c-4124-a37f-215d5d512e7d [Intro] Once I wore silk. Now I wear scars. Once I kissed hands. Now I load guns. They wanted me on my knees — I learned to rule. Én vagyok a hamuból született királynő. I am the queen born of ashes. [Verse 1] I came from golden halls where women fade away, where silence was a virtue and smiles obey. A ring, a cage, a lie I wore, but fire whispered: kneel no more. [Pre-Chorus] I swore an oath to never bow, no god, no man will own me now. [Chorus] I am the Queen of Ashes, ruling through flame, reborn in the night, without guilt, without shame. I hunt through shadows where angels fall, my crown is chaos — I rule them all. Én vagyok a hamuból született királynő. I am the queen born of ashes. [Verse 2] My hair is white as the ghost of smoke, my heart is steel that never broke. I build my throne from shards and guns, the moonlight bows — the darkness runs. [Pre-Chorus] No mercy left, no soul to save, just roaring engines and an open grave. [Chorus] I am the Queen of Ashes, cold and divine, my kiss is poison, my crown a crime. The streets ignite beneath my will, and the world grows silent when I kill. Én vagyok a hamuból született királynő... (whispered, echoing like a spell) [Bridge – spoken / whispered, bass and echo only] Obedience was the tomb I fled, I danced on bones, on vows long dead. They called me bride, they called me sin, but I took back the power within. Én vagyok... ...a hamuból született királynő. [Final Chorus] I am the Queen of Ashes — my reign won’t fade, built from blood, from the steel I made. In the mirror’s smoke, my name still bleeds, Ophelia rises — the night concedes. Én vagyok a hamuból született királynő! (screamed, distorted — final vow) [Outro ] No heaven. No light. Just the hum of the engine and the bite of the night. When all turns to dust… I remain. Én vagyok a hamuból született királynő.