Queen of the Withering Realm

"Queen of the Withering Realm" (Verse 1) In the black of the forest where time forgets, Morgana stirs with wings like death’s own breath. Arcane runes burn cold on pallid skin, A whispering wind calls the darkness in. (Pre-Chorus) Twisted leaves fall like cursed ash, Thorns bloom red with every laugh. A crystal gleams with prismatic dread, Revealing what should have stayed dead. (Chorus) Bow to the Queen of the Withering Realm, Crowned in bones, she takes the helm. Her laughter cracks the dying trees, Her minions fly on shattered breeze. No light survives where her footfalls pass— A shadow, a curse, a shattered glass. (Verse 2) The butterflies of bone arise, Wings aflame with dead stars’ cries. Eyes like fire, fangs like blades, They serve her will in ghostly raids. (Bridge) Albus, beware the prism’s glow— She sees your soul in colors you don’t know. She wants your spark, your breath, your flame, To break your name and wear your name. (Chorus) Kneel to the Queen of the Cracking Veil, Her story carved in sorrow’s tale. With every scream, her power grows, Fed by pain, where no one knows. Her minions sing in spectral swarms, A choir of death in shifting forms. (Outro) Morgana reigns where angels flee, She is the storm, the rootless tree. In dreams she comes on brittle wing, A frozen breath, a spell to sing. And when you hear her ancient rhyme— Know the end begins in time.