The Grimoire_mel.1

[Verse 1] The crown sat heavy, cold as stone, A whisper in the hall of bones, They stole my voice, they burned my name, And fed my fury to the flame. I counted every silent tear, Each broken vow, each hidden fear, Now the pages turn, the ink runs red, The words I write will seal their dread. [Chorus] I am the storm in velvet gown, I’ll tear the kingdom, stone by stone, With grimoires bound in midnight thread, I’ll raise the dead, I’ll strike the throne. No mercy left, no prayer to save, The furious princess digs their grave. [Verse 2] They thought me soft, a gilded cage, A puppet on a fragile stage, But every spell I learned in grief, Became a blade, became a thief. I carved their towers with a sigh, I turned their rivers into sky, Now every lord who laughed at me Will kneel before my sorcery. [Bridge] They’ll write of me in trembling lines, A livid lady, cruel and blind, But they forgot the girl who bled, Who built her vengeance from the dread. So let the ashes kiss the moon, My war is sung, my wrath is tuned, The homeland I once called my own Will bow to what I have become. [Chorus] I am the storm in velvet gown, I’ll tear the kingdom, stone by stone, With grimoires bound in midnight thread, I’ll raise the dead, I’ll strike the throne. No mercy left, no prayer to save, The furious princess digs their grave. [Outro] The grimoires hum, the candles fade, A kingdom lost, a debt repaid, And in the ruins, cold and free, The furious princess finally breathes.