Lyrics

Through haunted glades and poisoned frost,
She walks the path where minds are lost.
Her face a mask, her heart long dead,
No mercy in the steps she tread.
She finds the worm in incense smoke,
His eyes are dim, his body broke.
He speaks of rest, of sacred time,
Of Wonderland's eternal rhyme.
But she was forged from bone and ash,
No soul, no fear, no breath, no flesh.
The silence weighs like her black crown,
His words ignored, his fate is known.
Death to your wisdom, death to your lies,
She doesn’t kneel, and doesn’t cry.
You spoke of sleep, of letting go,
She slit his throat, her wicked show.
You warned of peace, of balance torn,
She left his voice to rot alone.
“You fool,” she whispers with a grin,
“No dream survives what I begin.”
“Your garden fades, your tale is done,
The puppets march, the end has come.”
No myths remain, no truths defend,
No light to save your bitter end.
She knows her role, her code, her game,
She kills the past and takes the blame.
Death to your wisdom, cold and blind,
She tears it from the halls of mind.
No sleep remains, no whispered song,
The queen is dead, the doll lives on.
You warned of peace, of balance torn,
She left his voice to rot alone.
So cold her reign with shattered glass,
She wears a mask no truth will pass.
The world is gone. The tale is cursed.
She is the end. She spoke it first.
"You think you’ve won, mark my words well. The path you walk, leads straight into wonderlands hell."