Lyrics

[Vers 1]
She walks where roses dare not bloom,
Her feet caress the edge of doom.
In every breath, a silken snare,
In every glance, a whispered dare.
Her lips enchant, her eyes enslave,
She is the flame that gods would crave.
But only one may call her name,
The one who lit her sacred flame.

[Refrein]
Nahema Al’Zahirah, she is the Fire Veiled,
With blood-bound grace, divinely scaled.
Not born to serve, but choose to bend,
Her power breaks where others end.
She is the gate, the scream, the sigh,
The reason stars forget to shine.
She is the sin that saints invoke,
A crown of ash, a kiss of smoke.

[Vers 2]
She kneels, but not in shame or loss,
Her spine is straight beneath the cross.
Her moan is law, her touch a seal,
Her body forged in sacred zeal.
She does not beg — she lets you fall.
She does not weep — she owns it all.
In service, she commands the flame.
In silence, she proclaims her name.

[Bridge]
Nahema al' Zahirah
Black Lotus, sweet terror…
Your hips — the altar,
Your voice — the blade…

[Refrein]
Nahema Al’Zahirah — She binds by breath and blood,
The vessel of infernal flood.
She gives, she takes, she brands, she heals,
With burning eyes and boundless heels.
Nahema Al’Zahirah — The Flesh that chose the Flame,
The Queen that never sought a name.
She writhes in shadow, born to burn —
And through her ache, the stars return.

“She is not yours.
She is not free.
She is his — completely.
Nahema… Al’Zahirah.”