Goddess Lena Rules the silent Night
latin, piano, fingerpicked guitar, clever, melodic trance
Goddess Lena Rules the silent Night
latin, piano, fingerpicked guitar, clever, melodic trance
Lyrics
Goddess Lena Rules the silent Night
Sovereign power born of endless grace
The velvet Queen is master of the light
The truth is written on her beautiful face
The kingdoms fall beneath her quiet hand
The moon is but a trinket on her sleeve
She commands the air and owns the land
With mysteries only faithful hearts believe
The wolves are chanting hymns beneath the ice
The cedar bows to touch her trailing hem
She does not ask for gold or sacrifice
But wears the frozen dew like a diadem
Her voice is like the wind through empty reeds
A melody that no one dares to sing
She knows the secret harvest of the seeds
That winter buried deep beneath the wing
Pre-Chorus
The constellations tremble in their spheres
To see the crown of obsidian descend
She gathers up the harvest of our years
Where every broken circle starts to mend
The violet velvet thickens o'er the hills
Where iron gates swing wide upon the frost
She strides amid the silence that fulfills
The debts of every laboring soul we lost
Her regal shadow stretches past the pines
A silhouette carved deep against the gray
She rearranges all the crooked lines
That tangled up the brightness of the day
Verse
The copper bells are frozen in the tower
Beneath the gaze of marble and of stone
She counts the ticking seeds within the flower
And claims the heavy darkness for her own
No lantern flickers in her hollow wake
The owls retreat to hollows in the grain
She drinks the silver ripples from the lake
To wash away the residue of pain
Pre-Chorus
The constellations tremble in their spheres
To see the crown of obsidian descend
She gathers up the harvest of our years
Where every broken circle starts to mend
Chorus
Goddess Lena Rules the silent height
Sovereign power born of endless grace
The velvet Queen is master of the Night
The truth is written on her beautiful face
The kingdoms fall beneath her quiet hand
The moon is but a trinket on her sleeve
She commands the air and owns the land
With mysteries only faithful hearts believe
Verse
The travelers are lost upon the road
Seeking out a hearth that will not burn
She lightens every heavy wooden load
And teaches fire how to cold and turn
The clock forgets to strike the midnight hour
The maps dissolve into a sea of ink
She keeps the nectar of the ancient flower
Upon the very ledge of every brink
Verse
The wolves are chanting hymns beneath the ice
The cedar bows to touch her trailing hem
She does not ask for gold or sacrifice
But wears the frozen dew like a diadem
Her voice is like the wind through empty reeds
A melody that no one dares to sing
She knows the secret harvest of the seeds
That winter buried deep beneath the wing
Pre-Chorus
The constellations tremble in their spheres
To see the crown of obsidian descend
She gathers up the harvest of our years
Where every broken circle starts to mend
Chorus
Goddess Lena Rules the silent height
Sovereign power born of endless grace
The velvet Queen is master of the Night
The truth is written on her beautiful face
The kingdoms fall beneath her quiet hand
The moon is but a trinket on her sleeve
She commands the air and owns the land
With mysteries only faithful hearts believe
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