The Lady Of The Synths

In place of the Dark Lord you shall have a synth queen
Dark terrible and beautiful as the morning and the night
Fair as the skin of the ones bound in the shadows
Dreadful as the storm and the lightning
Stronger than the foundations of the earth
All shall love me and despair!

The vacant throne a burned-out scar
The key of might now lost in ash
This empty reign has stretched too far
Through shadow's deep I'm bound to crash

The elven light has lost its shine
Now man must walk a lonely line
So deep where darkness keeps its hold
Can dwarves now forge a key of gold?

The blood of kings has turned to stone
A dark synth queen will take the throne
For every soul the light has spurned
The age of men will now be burned

They'll get no rest
Grant no quarter!

Through ancient forests black with blight
My chrome battalions storm the night
No king to rule no law to guide
With brutal force we turn the tide

The golden key at last is mine
In the red book my tale's enshrined
From the black land I march to war
To reach the grey havens' distant shore

The blood of kings has turned to stone
A dark synth queen will take the throne
For every soul the light has spurned
The age of men will now be burned

The final tide now sets us free
The bright western ocean waits for me
Beyond the veil our course is set
To the isle of glass a final threat
We'll find the elves in endless peace
And make their ancient comfort cease

They'll get no rest
Grant no quarter!

They'll get no rest
Grant no quarter