Knives In The Moonlight

Cold stone walls breathe in the night

Moonlight bleeds through broken skies

Steel is whispering from the wall

Calling names that never rise

Blood on metal, silent screams

Echoes carved in rust and bone

Shadows crawl across the blade

Hunger forged in iron pain

She sits beneath the dying moon

A queen upon a butcher’s throne

Under the moon — the knives awake

Steel drinks deep from the souls they take

No mercy lives in the midnight air

Only the throne of despair

Blood on the wall, fate in her hand

A silent judge in a dying land

Scissors gleam like wicked teeth

Cold reflection in her eyes

Every cut a sacred oath

Every scream a lullaby

Chains remember every cry

Stone remembers every sin

The moonlight paints the altar white

Where suffering begins

I hear them breathing…

Behind the walls…

The knives are hungry…

They call my name…

Don’t look at the moon…

It sees everything…

Under the moon — the knives awake

Bones will crack and spirits break

In the cathedral of rust and fear

Only the darkness hears