
The Awakening (Blood She Will Spill)
(Whispers The Awakening) "The Awakening" (Whispers The Awakening) (Verse 1) Through the desert they wandered, four seekers of lore, Digging deep in Egypt’s sand, craving something more. Ancient stones beneath their hands, a tomb sealed tight, But they couldn’t see the curse hiding just out of sight. A relic untouched for centuries long, An amulet of power, the cradle of wrong. They broke the seal, the dust took flight, And unleashed her darkness into the night.) (Whispers) (Chorus) (Female voice) She rises, the witch of eternal flame, Her cold hands whisper each of their names. One by one, they fall to her spell, Dragged down into her dark, endless hell. The sky turns black, the air grows still, Her reign begins with blood she will spill. (blood she will spill.) (Verse 2) The first one trembles, feels her icy breath, A silent scream, and then—only death. The second cries out, “What have we done?” But her shadow devours him before the dawn. The third one prays, hoping to hide, But there’s no escaping the fear inside. The last one stands in a broken tomb, Awaiting the witch’s final doom. (blood she will spill.) (Chorus) She rises, the witch of eternal flame, Her cold hands whisper each of their names. One by one, they fall to her spell, Dragged down into her dark, endless hell. The sky turns black, the air grows still, Her reign begins with blood she will spill. (blood she will spill.) (Bridge) The winds howl with ancient cries, As she prepares to unleash her lies. A world awaits beneath her reign, Doomed to suffer endless pain. Her power grows as each life fades, The curse reborn in the bed it’s laid. (Guitar solo) (Chorus) She rises, the witch of eternal flame, Her cold hands whisper each of their names. One by one, they fall to her spell, Dragged down into her dark, endless hell. The sky turns black, the air grows still, Her reign begins with blood she will spill. (blood she will spill.) (Outro) Now she stands on the edge of the world, Her laughter a storm that’s unfurled. No one left to fight, no one left to scream, As the ancient witch fulfills her dream. In death, she lives again. (Record scratch In death, she lives again.) (In death, she lives again.) (In death, she lives again.) (Chorus) She rises, the witch of eternal flame, Her cold hands whisper each of their names. One by one, they fall to her spell, Dragged down into her dark, endless hell. The sky turns black, the air grows still, Her reign begins with blood she will spill. (blood she will spill.) (blood she will spill.) (Record scratch In death, she lives again.) (blood she will spill.) (Record scratch In death, she lives again.) (blood she will spill.) (Record scratch In death, she lives again.) (blood she will spill!)

