Beneath a crimson sky of dread, She walks a path of bone and dead. With horns of power and flowing hair, A chilling shadow in the air. The skulls beneath her footsteps break, As waking nightmares come awake. Chorus Queen of the dark, where fires burn, From ash to dust, the ages turn. Under the blood-red moon she reigns, Bound by iron and ancient chains. A gothic dream, a velvet night, She stands alone without the light. The towers pierce the stormy shroud, While wingèd demons scream aloud. Torches flicker in the gloom, Lighting up the valley's doom. No mortal heart can brave her gaze, Lost forever in her maze. Chorus Queen of the dark, where fires burn, From ash to dust, the ages turn. Under the blood-red moon she reigns, Bound by iron and ancient chains. A gothic dream, a velvet night, She stands alone without the light. Outro The crimson moon begins to fade, Within the dark she softly stayed. A phantom queen, a silent throne, Ruling the empire of stone.
