Beneath the ash of a moonless sky, Where shadows whisper and spirits cry, She stands in velvet, she stands in bone, A dark queen ruling a crypt of stone. Her eyes are bound by a veil of night, Yet she sees the world without a light. Great twisted horns curve from her head, Awakening echoes of the ancient Oh, mistress of the mystic flame, The creeping dark invokes your name! With a horned staff and a box of dread, You walk the border of the quick and dead. Blind to the sun, but sharp to the soul, You claim the shadows and take control! A towering staff in her withered grip, Adorned with skulls where the shadows drip. Chains dangle low, and pendulums swing, To the silent tune that the ghouls can sing. In her left hand rests a heavy chest, Where locked-away secrets are laid to rest. With a corset of leather and pentagram steel, She bends the forces that mortals feel. Oh, mistress of the mystic flame, The creeping dark invokes your name! With a horned staff and a box of dread, You walk the border of the quick and dead. Blind to the sun, but sharp to the soul, You claim the shadows and take control! (Bridge) Lit by the flicker of candle glow, On ancient stones where the rivers flow. A pentagram carved in the earth below, Watching the mystical embers grow. No eyes to wander, no heart to break, She weaves the spell that the demons make She holds the box... she lifts the staff... And echoes back with a silent laugh. Into the fog, she fades away, Until the return of another day. ...Another day. Another chapter in the book of night, Where guttering candles cast a sickly light. She stands unchanged upon the sacred floor, A sentinel before the hidden door. The blindfold tight, the heavy horns of ram, A dark priestess of the crypt and dam. With every skull that dangles from her belt, The chill of ancient magic can be felt. Hear the chorus of the catacombs rise, Beneath the heavy, unforgiving skies! With the staff of bone and the box in hand, She walks the ruins of a broken land. Blind to the world, yet master of the spell, She keeps the secrets of the dark abyss and hell! (Verse 2) The little box cradled in her palm, Holds a quiet storm beneath a heavy calm. What wicked trinket or forgotten curse, Is hidden deep within this universe? She shifts her weight, the iron chains collide, Revealing horrors that the shadows hide. The pentagram burns steady in the dirt, A symbol forged of power and of hurt. (Chorus) Hear the chorus of the catacombs rise, Beneath the heavy, unforgiving skies! With the staff of bone and the box in hand, She walks the ruins of a broken land. Blind to the world, yet master of the spell, She keeps the secrets of the dark abyss and hell! (Bridge) The air grows thin, the raven takes its flight, As day surrenders to the endless night. She does not blink, she does not need to see, To know the shape of what is meant to be. The candles melt down to the stone, Leaving the dark queen standing all alone. With her staff held high and her box secure, Her grim dominion forevermore... Forevermore. Once more the ritual stone is set, A haunting vision you won't forget. With veiled sight and a heavy cowl, Amidst the ruins where specters prowl. The ram skull staff, the box of old, A story waiting to be told. Rise up, phantom of the endless gloom, Keeper of the relic and the tomb! Wrapped in shadow, crowned in horn, A darker deity is born. The candles flicker on the wall, As night descends to claim it all. No light can pierce that blinded gaze, Lost inside a timeless haze. Skulls and chains and iron might, Ruling over the endless night. Rise up, phantom of the endless gloom, Keeper of the relic and the tomb! Wrapped in shadow, crowned in horn, A darker deity is born. In the circle she remains, Bound by magic, bone, and chains. Forevermore. Upon the steps of broken stone, She guards the night, she walks alone. Her velvet gown is stitched with dread, A monarch chosen by the dead. The candles melt, the embers fade, Within the dark circle she made. (Chorus) Oh, spirit of the shadow-land, With heavy box inside your hand! The horns of power crown your head, As mortal worlds begin to tread. Blind to the sun, yet fierce and whole, You hold the keys to every soul. (Verse 2) The staff of bone gleams in the chill, While all the restless winds stand still. A pentagram upon the floor, Before the sealed and hidden door. She does not blink, she does not speak, The reigning queen of the Mirror-Reach. Oh, spirit of the shadow-land, With heavy box inside your hand! The horns of power crown your head, As mortal worlds begin to tread. Blind to the sun, yet fierce and whole, You hold the keys to every soul She turns away into the mist, A phantom that no soul can resist. Foreverbound.
