In darkness I dwell
Through feeling I fell
With power I reap
A soul I can't keep
Heart cold as stone
Fire alone
Love is a lie
With emotions I die
I'm kept in a cell
In this unearthly hell
My body is cheap
My mind will sleep
Though chilled to the bone
I long for a throne
People may cry
I do not sigh
For I know a spell
That I will soon yell
Fear will run deep
And all will still weep
My rage has grown
Their weakness is shown
My army will fly
Called by my war cry
- Isabel Santos
