Lyrics

A letter sealed in crimson thread,
Its words like whispers from the dead.
It called the White Queen to the hall,
To meet the one who ends them all.
She walked through lands of silent frost,
Where every step recalled the cost.
The blackened gate began to groan,
And drew her to the shattered throne.
The invitation bore her name,
And burned her crown in silent flame.
One sister fell, one knelt in chains,
Their stories drowned in quiet stains.
No mercy sung, no justice said,
Just puppets dancing with the dead.
There knelt her sister, cold and thin,
No strength, no crown, no fight within.
Her eyes were glass, her voice was gone,
The red queen’s rule was overdrawn.
The puppet stood in pale command,
With no remorse in eye or hand.
Her tone was calm, her words like stone:
“She broke my mistress. She stands alone.”
The invitation bore her name,
And burned her crown in silent flame.
One sister fell, one knelt in chains,
Their stories drowned in quiet stains.
No mercy sung, no justice said,
Just puppets dancing with the dead.
“She knelt to me, and bears her chain,
Her guilt is carved in silent pain.”
“But you, dear Queen, must pay in blood,
For sins that swell beneath the flood.”
“No plea, no trial, no last request,
Just death, your answer, be my guest.”
Now nothing moves within those walls,
Just echoes down the crumbling halls.
The throne is cold. The sky is black.
And none who enter, will journey back.