the shadow of her velvet cape
shall be rekindled into light,
under the hands of eight
in the shadowy night.
she who sits high on her throne
shall fall under the hands of eight,
judgement and acumen she will receive
she cannot outrun her fate.
the shadow of her velvet cape
sliced by the swords of searing light,
in the hands of eight
guided under the moonlight.
lowly rebels of the eight
will rise to their glory.
in their hands hold the fate
of their own bloodfilled story.
the shadow of her velvet cape
vanished into our flare,
while we raise to fight the battle
and meet her icy glare.
with unity we shall rise
to meet the power inside,
and together we realize
our dreams of future pride.
the shadow of her velvet cape
shattered by our flame,
as we slowly rise to defeat
and start playing the game.
A game of luck and life,
a game of rebellion-
holding of eight knives
and survival in repulsion.
the shadow of her velvet cape
overthrown by our heart,
when we stand to face her challenge
and 'til death do we part.
-lyrix & goldie
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