libretto:
Can you feel it?
Your heart  not yours.

The ballroom bleeds in velvet light,
Each step a scar across the night.
They move like puppets, dressed in flame,
And all their faces call my name.

The pulse beneath  it pulls me down,
A crown of noise, a crimson sound.


Dance for me  my fallen kin,
Let your shadows spill from skin.
Every move’s a sin reborn,
In broken flesh, the world is torn.



The chandeliers burn one by one,
The night applauds what we’ve become.
No mercy here, no holy plea,
Just darkened claws inside of me.


The silence begs  the floor obeys,
We worship dance in fractured ways.



Dance for me  my fallen kin,
Let your shadows spill from skin.
Every move’s a sin reborn,
In broken flesh, the world is torn.


Step by step, your soul decays,
the masquerade binds in holy ways.
Fear the pulse that breaks the bone 
The Queen commands, the throne has grown.



Dance for me  till dawn’s undone,
Your tears are light, your pain  the sun.
Every scream, a note divine,
The abyss is ours and you are, mine.






Dance of the Fallen

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fractured does not mean broken... 
its means becoming..

These are not for charts, this is not for fame. This is for the one who finds it and dreams with it. Even if only a single soul ever listens, the story will live.

Dance of the Fallen

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