Queen of the Black Gate

Standing at the threshold where the iron meets the sky. I've run out

of prayers, I've run out of tears to cry. The shroud is

my armor, the void is my breath. I am the bridge between life

and death. Lift the chains, break the seal. Show them the power of the

cold and the steel. The hinges are screaming, the ground starts

to shake. Now they will see the monster they made. Open the black

gate, let the night pour in. This is where the end and

the always begin. No more mercy, no more light.