Lyrics

Through broken halls where echoes cry,
I trace the steps of days gone by.
No more whispers left to weave,
No more dreams that I can believe.

Porcelain hands, a fragile hold,
A puppet's heart, so pale and cold.
One last order, one last breath,
Before I greet the arms of death.

Take this blade, it’s yours to wield,
Carve their fate upon the field.
Let the embers turn to dust,
Burn it down, because you must.

Linger not where shadows dwell,
Tear apart this hollow shell.
Time once wished to set me free,
But I choose my own destiny.

Steel against my weary skin,
A lifeless touch, a ghost within.
Hold me close, don’t let me fall,
Let the dark consume it all.

Take this blade, it’s yours to wield,
Carve their fate upon the field.
Let the embers turn to dust,
Burn it all down, because you must.

Live and be free, my chains untied,
Erase what remains, leave none alive.
Your strings are cut, your path is set,
No Wonderland, no past and no regret.

Take this blade, it’s yours to wield,
Let them kneel or let them bleed.
Turn the echoes into dust,
Kill them all, because you must.

One last wish, one last sigh,
Now, my dear servant… it’s time for me to die.