Upon the throne of night she sits Clothed in a veil of stars and mist Her steps are soft As a lover's kiss The spell she weaves Can none resist Her eyes can see Into your soul To secrets deep As dark as coal She comes to you In the guise of dreams. At dawn to vanish On a raven's wings Midnight lullabies Are the songs she sings. Enchanting, bewitching The heart of kings One glance can cause A city to fall One touch can spur Heroes to risk it all Upon her head, A crown of thorns And at her feet, The mighty shorn Death and destruction may lay in her wake; And life she can give Or choose to take Retribution's her sword, Her judgements are swift, Demanding atonement, Her mercy, a gift Upon the throne of night she sits Clothed in a veil of stars and mist
