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/* ABOUT: Desperate to destroy the Brute, the Darklord has just awakened his greatest ally: his own queen! */
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[violins]
[orquestral intro]

[break]
[style: goth metal]
Your skin is snow, cold as steel,
Ethereal beauty begs to feel,
Empty eyes, no soul, no hue,
Seems alive, yet pain seeps through.

The moonlight shines on her pale face,
A beauty so cold, an invalid grace,
Her hollow eyes, like a shadowed veil,
In her, death finds its trail.

[INSTRUMENTAL]

A fixed idea burns, consumes the core,
In a blind maze, lost nevermore,
Good distorts, and evil feels right,
And what was once noble turns to fright.

Desire sinks deep, relentless in chase,
Turns reason to echoes that fade without trace,
And the crooked path becomes a road,
Even if the cost is a blinded soul.

[CHORUS]
The skies erupt with flashing light,
Black candles flicker in whispered prayer,
Children hide from the stormy night,
The cultists murmur secrets rare.
Beware, the queen is drawing near:
Goth Sorceress of the Black Wind!
Goth Sorceress of the Black Wind!

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[GUITAR RIFF]
[GUITAR SOLO]
[INSTRUMENTAL]
The heroes surround her, with brave gleams,
Swords raised high, eyes full of dreams,
To shatter the dark, to bring forth peace,
Each firm step makes the fear decrease.

But the sorceress, with a weary gaze,
Knows her fate is set in ancient haze,
They come with light, hope in their hands,
She cries in silence, for they’ll meet their end.

[CHORUS]
The skies erupt with flashing light,
Black candles flicker in whispered prayer,
Children hide from the stormy night,
The cultists murmur secrets rare.
Beware, the queen is drawing near:
The Sorceress of the Black Wind!
The Sorceress of the Black Wind!

With trembling hands, she holds a silent frame,
A child given to the most absurd flame,
To let him rise from the shadow’s tomb,
She gave her flesh, lost her bloom.

The mission complete, the life restored,
But the price was her own soul’s discord,
The master breathes, the victory bleeds,
For her son’s death still plants the seeds.

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[GUITAR RIFF]
[GUITAR SOLO]
[INSTRUMENTAL]

Arrhenia will fall into my hands,
A web of magic, secrets in strands,
With ancient spells, I'll weave destiny’s thread,
And the force of the Aether shall keep me ahead.

[CHORUS]
The skies erupt with flashing light,
Black candles flicker in whispered prayer,
Children hide from the stormy night,
The cultists murmur secrets rare.
Beware, the queen is drawing near:
Goth Sorceress of the Black Wind!
Goth Sorceress of the Black Wind!
[END]