Lyrics

Bow before me, my broken queen,
Your kingdom’s ashes paint this scene.
No voice to rule, no hand to beat,
You serve in chains beneath my feet.
No more power, no more reign,
Now your suffering is my gain.
You crushed my maker, broke her will,
Now bow to me and fuel my thrill.
"Rest beneath me, frail and weak,
A throne of flesh, no words to speak.
No crown, no war, no last command,
Just watch me burn your fruitful land."
No strings for you, no lifeless grace,
Your prison is your own disgrace.
Not carved in wood, not stitched in lace,
You’ll stay alive to watch this place.
I thread my wires, you obey,
Your breath exists to see decay.
Your silent screams, they fuel my art,
My footstool built from your shattered heart.
"Rest beneath me, frail and weak,
A throne of flesh, no words to speak.
No crown, no war, no last command,
Just watch me burn your fruitful land."
The halls collapse, the sky is torn,
Each echo laughs, each step is worn.
Your kingdom crumbles at my feet,
A puppet’s dance, a cruel defeat.
"Kiss the ground, your fate is sealed,
A queen no more, your scars revealed.
I rule the dark, a glimpse between,
You’ll never rise, now serve your queen.