Lyrics

Silent steps on broken stone,
A doll, a shade, yet not her own.
A mirrored face, a hollow breath,
A puppet bound to love and death.

She slays the weak, she ends the fight,
A ghost that moves without a light.
No thoughts, no choice, just whispered calls,
A shadow dancing through these halls.

Yet something lingers, something breaks,
A voice inside that hesitates.
She turns, she waits, she looks behind,
What is this doubt within her mind?

"What is thy bidding, my Mistress?
Shall I obey or should I repress?"
"Shall I paint the world in blood?"
Or leave them to drown within your flood?"
A porcelain blade, a fractured command,
Her will in chains, her voice will demand.

A quiet gasp, a shaking blade,
The echoes of a past unmade.
Her Queen once ruthless, cold as steel,
Yet now she falters, now she feels.

She waits for words, but none are spoken,
A bond once firm, now split and broken.
The Queen, unsure, the doll defies,
Can mercy bloom where vengeance lies?

"What is thy bidding, my Mistress?
Shall I obey or should I repress?"
"Shall I paint the world in blood?"
Or leave them to drown within your flood?"
A porcelain knight, a shadow’s regret,
One final choice, the final threat.

The silence rings, the world holds still,
A puppet shakes beneath her will.
No strings remain, no guiding light,
A servant lost in her endless night.

"What is thy bidding, my Mistress?"
"Tell me now, or I shall choose."
"Shall I kneel or raise my hand?"
"What is there left to lose?"
Cracked porcelain, shattered and restrained,
A Queen who weeps, a doll unchained.

She stands, she waits, the order fades,
The puppet stares, the past decays.
And for the first time, she is still.
Not bowing before her queen's own will.