Little Red Riding Hood: The Grandmother's Tale
Dark Orchestral Metal meets Gothic storytelling. Theatrical female vocals drift between spoken confessions and melodic grief. Cinematic strings, choirs, and ambient textures frame a tragic fable of death, memory, and monstrous truth—alive, even in the silence
Little Red Riding Hood: The Grandmother's Tale
Dark Orchestral Metal meets Gothic storytelling. Theatrical female vocals drift between spoken confessions and melodic grief. Cinematic strings, choirs, and ambient textures frame a tragic fable of death, memory, and monstrous truth—alive, even in the silence
Lyrics
''The third song of the Little Red Riding Hood Trilogy''
Intro
This story takes place once upon a time…
But I'm not the type of woman who likes to
Play into your fantasies.
I'm only here to share what I have seen.
Verse 1
He came to the door
It was open wide
He was big and bad
And his mouth was foaming
His claws were sharp
And he had an appetite
Chorus
I was there
My memory serves me well
And I'll never forget the day I died
'Cause it felt so alive
Verse 2
He crept through the kitchen
I could hear the floorboards sigh
I reached for the candle
But he’d already snuffed the light
I wasn’t screaming
I just closed my eyes
And waited for the night
To say goodbye
Chorus
But I was there
My memory serves me well
And I'll never forget the day I died
'Cause it felt so alive
Bridge
Don't cry for me
Little Red
For the better
I am dead
We were tired of being good
It's a dog-eat-dog world
And that's just as it should be
Final Chorus
I was there
My memory serves me well
And I'll never forget the day I died
'Cause it felt so alive
Outro
alive... alive...