She wanders through dark gardens of curse,
seeking for a tempting humming inside.
Following a twilight glow to fight the inner cold,
to find her stolen soulfulness.
Enchained by the undead
Crippled, battered and torn
A tattered white dress
Agonized by creator.
Desire for retribution
An undead, lifeless corpse,
Loss, loss of existence.
The dark corridors of this maze
make her feel inebriant daze.
Frightened by this unknown feeling
she sees a ghastly face in the dark.
Vertigo-inducing confusion
Angst-inducing presence
She squats in the corner, paralised,
waiting for the final assault.
Embraced by the ghosts of the past -
with shattered visions and abnormal thoughts
- her consciousness raises with every strike,
manifests a creeping decay.
In her death throes
she enters her own dreamworld.
Before she feels the final pain
she enters her own dreamworld.
The empire had fallen, a tribe almost eradicated to death.
She sacrificed everything to fight the invading force -
the undead slaughters every will to live.
Whoever dares to confront, the unliving mass breaks one's way through.
The dark ritual is coming near!
At death's door, ensnared by her final torturer
the woman in white tastes the kiss of corpse.
Noone can sense her or find her - forsaken.
The banshees present her the crown of eternal reign.
Queen of the Forsaken
Queen of the Forsaken
She wanders through dark gardens of curse,
seeking for a tempting humming inside.
Following a twilight glow to fight the inner cold,
to find her stolen soulfulness.
Bound to the undead.
Arisen, rescued and strong
A tattered black dress
Agonized by creator
Desire for retribution
Her undead great force
Lost and isolated from the living