(Intro)
(Double-kick drumming starts. A piercing, sustained guitar slide leads into a chugging, low-tuned riff.)
(Verse 1)
From the pits of Menzoberranzan, where the spiders weave the lie,
She rose with silver tresses, ‘neath a starless, stone-cold sky.
A noble daughter of the Baenre, with a gaze that paralyzes,
A shadow draped in velvet, where the midnight sun arises.
No mercy for the weaklings, no pity for the small,
She stands above the wreckage, the mistress of the fall.
(Pre-Chorus)
Cold as the ice in the Underdark’s veins,
She’ll break your spirit and forge the chains.
A predator’s grace in a dancer’s form,
The silence before the blackest storm!
(Chorus)
Nightwarden! Goddess of the blade and bone,
Seated on a broken, blood-stained throne.
Beautiful and lethal, a seductress in the night,
The darkness is her kingdom, the shadow is her light.
Ruthless and relentless, with a heart of hidden gold,
A story of a passion that the world could never hold!
(Verse 2)
Behold the lethal elegance, the perfection of the frame,
In armor forged of Adamantine, she puts the sun to shame.
Strong thighs that crush the rebel, long legs that stride through fire,
The curves of a destroyer, the fuel of all desire.
Her breasts rise with the battle-cry, her buttocks firm as stone,
A masterpiece of violence, she walks the path alone.
Cunning as a serpent, with a mind of sharpened steel,
She’ll make the Absolute herself before her presence kneel!
(Guitar Solo)
(Fast, technical shredding with neo-classical flourishes, transitioning into a slow, soulful, bluesy bend to represent the "hidden heart.")
(Bridge)
(Music slows down to a heavy, rhythmic thumping. The vocals turn into a gritty, low growl.)
Beneath the mask of indifference, beneath the plate of cold,
There’s a warmth that burns like embers, a secret to be told.
Devoted to the vision, restless in her quest,
The Nightwarden is weary, but she never seeks her rest.
For those she deems her own, she’d tear the heavens down,
And trade the Spider’s blessing for a martyr’s thorny crown!
(Verse 3)
She’s the fury of the Vengeance, the Paladin of spite,
Burning through the shadows with a fierce, unholy light.
Stylish in her slaughter, noble in her rage,
A legend carved in iron on a grim and bloody page.
So look into those crimson eyes and find your destiny,
In the arms of the Nightwarden, where the soul is never free!
(Chorus)
Nightwarden! Goddess of the blade and bone,
Seated on a broken, blood-stained throne.
Beautiful and lethal, a seductress in the night,
The darkness is her kingdom, the shadow is her light.
Ruthless and relentless, with a heart of hidden gold,
A story of a passion that the world could never hold!
(Outro)
(Riffs intensify. Fast tempo.)
Minthara!
The Queen of the Night!
Minthara!
The shadow’s delight!
(Abrupt silence)
Your life... is mine.
