The Rite
Christian Rodens, Georg Neuhauser, Markus Pohl, Secil Sen, Steffen Theurer
Her courage was broken when she was - left to fight alone
All her power, from her rage
Her soul was in despair and so spoiled - hidden in the darkest nights
All her grief comes from the past
And in the darkness a whispering breeze
Sorrow fades away far away
Don't stop fighting, you are not alone
I will never let you fall, hold your soul
We will find a way
Don't stop searching, you will find the light
We will gather in the night
Reunite - start the untold rite
Her misery eternal and the magic - was her passion for the sound
Of silent whispers calling ancient souls
Remedy was her healing and the fire cleansing all the doubt
Her soul was bleeding never again
Oh my dark queen
Let me have that honor
One last strike
One last fight