Lady Of The Night

The sun goes down and the air starts to change
The world gets quiet and the shadows get strange.
I hear them whispering my name through the floor
A title I’ve carried a hundred years or more.
"Lady of the Night"—that’s the crown that I wear
When I’m breathing the secrets out of the air.
I don’t need a candle, I don’t need a light
I see everything better in the dead of the night. They crowd around the bed, they lean against the wall
They’ve got so many stories, and I hear them all.
The ones who were cheated, the ones who were sold
The ones whose fucking bodies are turning to mold.
I’m their medium, their mouth, their sinful release
The only one who can grant them a moment of peace.
So don’t talk to me about your "real world" lies
I’ve got the wisdom of the dead sitting behind my eyes. I’m the Lady of the Night, the Queen of the Sin
The one who opens the door to let the wreckage in.
It’s a dark fucking magic, a heavy, haunting grace
I’m the only "Real" thing in this goddamn place.
Feel the Hex, feel the cold, feel the weight of the crown
I’m the one who’s gonna burn your little kingdom down. You call it a gift.
I call it a curse.
But I’m the one who’s driving the fucking hearse.
I see the spirits standing right behind your chair
I see the way they’re tangling their fingers in your hair.
They’re telling me things you don’t want me to know
They’re telling me exactly how far you’re gonna go.
Listen to the silence.
Listen to the cry.
I’m the Lady of the Night until the day that I die. THEY CALL MY NAME!
THEY KNOW MY FACE!
I’M THE SOVEREIGN OF THIS FUCKING SPACE!
IT’S A SIN! IT’S A HEX! IT’S A LETHAL DELIGHT!
ALL HAIL TO THE LADY OF THE NIGHT! I’m the Lady of the Night, the Queen of the Sin
The one who opens the door to let the wreckage in.
It’s a dark fucking magic, a heavy, haunting grace
I’m the only "Real" thing in this goddamn place. Yeah, that’s my name.
Don’t you ever forget it.
Fucking... bow.

Industrial Metal with Aggressive Guitars and Distorted Vocals, female