Lyrics

She stands before the throne of time,
A hollow doll, a fate divine.
The air is still, the stars don’t shine,
A silent world, a frozen shrine.
A voice emerges, calm and deep,
A whisper sung through endless sleep.
"Rest now, dear puppet, the war is done,
This dream will fade with the rising sun."
She won’t obey, she won’t resign,
She carves her fate in steel and time.
A blade so bright, a heart so black,
No second thought, no turning back.
The hands align, the stars won’t shine,
This is your end, the doom of time.
The hourglass spills liquid gold,
Yet still she stands, fierce and cold.
The voice of time speaks soft, resigned,
"Let go, dear doll, be left behind."
But hollow eyes, so dark, so wide,
Reflect the void she holds inside.
No fate to serve, no threads remain,
Just one last wound to break the chain.
She won’t obey, she won’t resign,
She carves her fate in steel and time.
A blade so bright, a heart so black,
No second thought, no turning back.
The hands align, the stars won’t shine,
This is your end, the doom of time.
No queens, no kings, no shadows left,
No echoes whispering of cruel death.
No cycles turn, no prayers remain,
Only the silence calls her name.
She lifts the blade, the final breath,
A lullaby to her quiet death.
The silver edge, the crimson stain,
No second chance, no time remains.
Tick… tock… the silence grows,
The hands have stopped… yet no one knows.