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Elissabetha - UNMASKED AT DAWN (A Symphonic Metal Opera)

Lyrics: Verse 1 Morning cuts the dark in lines Of pale unspoken light The city wakes to watch me fall As if it were a rite They dress me once again in white So clean it almost burns A final costume for the crowd Before the wheel returns Verse 2 I lift my hands I feel the lie That crowned me for their peace This borrowed face This powdered ghost No longer speaks for me I take it off I let it drop And feel my breathing start Beneath the white There always was A darker, beating heart Chorus I stand unmasked I stand in truth Not what you made But what I choose Je marche droite Sans faux décor Cheveux noirs Contre votre or Verse 3 La perruque tombe Avec les mensonges Je rends le rôle Que l’on me plonge Je ne suis plus Votre image Je suis la femme Avant l’orage Verse 4 Ils me regardent Différemment They see me now Without the frame No painted myth No borrowed blame Chorus I stand unmasked I stand in truth Not what you made But what I choose Je marche droite Sans faux décor Cheveux noirs Contre votre or Final Chorus I stand unmasked Before the end My name is mine Until the blade Je marche nue Face au regard Femme vivante Jusqu’au départ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Symphonic Metal Opera If you walk the path of symphonic historical metal, this album speaks your language. This album is a symphonic metal opera by Elissabetha, rooted in revolution, power, decay, and the collision between privilege and the will of the people. Orchestral force, choirs, strings, and organ meet female lead vocals and dark, commanding voices, unfolding across a multi-act narrative — from gilded halls and absolute rule to hunger, uprising, judgment, and the fall of the crown. This is not a portrait of innocence, nor a simple tale of guilt. It is the anatomy of a system collapsing under its own weight. Inspired by the spirit of historical symphonic metal: the sound of history breathing, the fusion of classical composition and metal power, and music that unfolds like a chronicle rather than a collection of songs. No romance. No glorification. Only silk, steel, belief — and consequence. The crown falls. The blade descends. History remembers. 📌 HASHTAGS #Elissabetha #SymphonicMetal #SymphonicMetalOpera #HistoricalMetal #FrenchRevolution #ConceptAlbum #MetalOpera #DarkClassical #OrchestralMetal #MarieAntoinette