Lyrics

She sleeps beneath the fractured moon,
In silence wrapped, a shattered tune.
With porcelain hands and hollow eyes,
She hears the blade, it softly cries.
Whispers curling through her chest,
“A little blood, I"ll do the rest.”
A lullaby of rust and flame,
It gently calls her cursed name.
It sings to me, so sweet, so sharp,
In every cut, it leaves her mark.
It sings to me when shadows fall,
More death, more pain, destroy it all.
She takes the blade, her grip is tight,
The edge reflects the dying light.
"Alice is gone," the voices shun,
"Now let this kingdom become undone."
"Unleash the storm, embrace the ache,
Let every soul and bone now break."
The flowers burn, the mirrors bleed,
The blade is all she'll ever need.
It sings to me, so soft, so loud,
In every grave, in every shroud.
It sings to me through ash and glass,
"Bring ruin, child. Let none now pass."
Threads of silk around her skin,
The voice inside, it claws within.
It moans and begs with hunger keen,
"More pain, more loss, my guillotine."
It sings to me, this haunted song,
It tells me I’ve been right all along.
No throne, no sun, no lullaby,
Just echoes where the angels die.
It sings to me… where all the corpses lie…