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Born Ethereal - Lorenya, first on her name

#gothic #gothicmetal #symphonicmetal #epica #therion #nightwish #lacunacoil #withintemptation #operametal #bornethereal #sumerianrecords #nuclearblast #centurymedia #paganmetal #progressivemetal (Lyrics) Writted and produced by Kaiman. ====================================== [ Verse I ] In the marble halls of winter’s reign, she walked unseen, a shadow in chains. Silk-draped monsters raised their cups, while her quiet bruises filled them up. A servant’s breath, a dying light… yet in her silence, vengeance took flight. [ Verse II ] By candle’s tremor, she swore her oath: to stain their velvet with the truth they loathe. She gathered sisters broken by desire, women whose tears had long fed the fire. In whispered hymns of blood and night, they forged a pact beneath moonlight. [ Pre-Chorus ] Oh, fragile hearts of tattered grace, turned steel beneath a cruel embrace. If Heaven sleeps while tyrants feast, then Hell shall rise through the scarred and least. [ Chorus ] Lorenya, raven-born and unafraid, from ashes of sorrow, a monarch was made. Through poison’s whisper and daggers unseen, she shattered the crown… and rose as their queen. Lorenya, first of her name, from torment and shadows she carved her acclaim. The throne once gilded with lies and disdain now trembles beneath her sovereign flame. [ Verse III ] At the feast of sins in gilded disguise, lust-drunk nobles met their demise. Music swelled as masks fell cold, their stories ending as hers unfold. Each breath they stole, each cry they drowned— she claimed them back without a sound. [ Bridge ] “Behold,” she whispered through crimson air, “the final sermon of despair. No god shall rise for kings of vice, for justice blooms in sacrifice.” And with one stroke both cruel and fair, the tyrant’s head kissed midnight’s stair. [ Breakdown ] Rise, daughters of forgotten pain… Rise from the ruin, reclaim your name… LET THE OLD WORLD PERISH IN SCREAMS— A KINGDOM REBORN IN FRACTURED DREAMS! [ Final Chorus ] Lorenya, forged in the fall, her story carved on the palace wall. Not born of lineage nor divine decree— but of the fire in the bruised and the free. Lorenya, first of her name, the ghost of the tyrant still whispers her name. rulers may die… empires decay… but her vengeance lives on in the price they pay. [ Outro ] And so the throne, once bathed in gold, now keeps her tale in silence cold. A plebeian sovereign of darkest grace— who claimed the night as her rightful place.