She had a secret in her touch, it's locked in his dead arms
Now holding an unfertile brush, she smudges razor cuts
Yet conceived, her child will be a warrior of destruction
A dynasty of doom is born as she paints fate with blood of
her seduction

Three month ago before the war embrace was safe and sweet
While crows were hovering the castles in the skies she saw
the future in the patters of the fog beneath
His flesh was vivid and alive in depths of paleness under
lace and curves
He loved her with his heart and soul, he had to go....

She had a magic in her touch, it's locked in his dead arms
He took her soul into the grave, she is a stone is shape of
his beloved one
Dark wooden halls lead to a sacred place of child that's
doomed for pain
Better unborn, his powers rise, eternal curse forever shall
remain..