[Verse 1] In the ember‑lit gloom where the wild winds crawl, Yibble stirs her cup by the shadow‑struck wall. Scars whisper stories she’ll never quite tell, Her moods like storms that rise, then quell. Serving secrets bought in coin and fear, Dreaming of a road that leads from here. [Chorus] Oh, the gold clinks cold in a hidden place, Far from the kin who forgot her face. She built this perch from the ash and stone, A suspicious queen on a broken throne. Drink it down till the sharp words slur, The wilds belong to the ghost of her. [Verse 2] A shadow at the threshold makes her snap and sneer, Then she laughs like a madman when nobody’s near. They think she’s just bone, old leather, and spite, But she’s fueling a fire for a final flight. The heavy purse jingles, the dark masters pay, And every coin buys her a step away. [Chorus] Oh, the gold clinks cold in a hidden place, Far from the kin who forgot her face. She built this perch from the ash and stone, A suspicious queen on a broken throne. Drink it down till the sharp words slur, The wilds belong to the ghost of her. [Bridge] [Slow Tempo] [Atmospheric Drone] The swamp knows her name, but she calls it a cage. Turn the coin over. Flip the final page. She serves a high power, she bides her time... Until the tracks vanish in the mud and the rime. [Guitar Solo] [Heavy Distorted Slide] [Chorus] Oh, the gold clinks cold in a hidden place, Far from the kin who forgot her face. She built this perch from the ash and stone, A suspicious queen on a broken throne. Drink it down till the sharp words slur, The wilds belong to the ghost of her. [Outro] Stir the cup... Slur the name... The fire goes out, but she’s not to blame. Just a shadow in the wild... [Fade Out] [End]
