The wind that whispers in her hair
distant voices - singing fair
and she walks the beach alone
she is colder than the stone
an ancient song she does intone:
a song of loss, a song of hate
a tale of a sinister fate
few live who remember yet
and those who do, wish to forget
she sings a song now, shrill and clear
she sings to those who will not hear
she sings to those who held her dear
bereft of fate, she sings her fear

An answer rises from the waves
words resounding from the caves
and trees and stones and birds coincide
to help her in her suicide
while she is waiting for the tide
her eyes in an unearthly glow
tell of what they would not know
her wings at last do now unfold
a scream that tears apart her soul
resounding in the breathless night
creatures fluttering in flight
and knowing what she cannot be
now she merges with the sea.

And the seas are torn apart
as she undoes her blackened heart
she walks the shore; her long black hair
falling lose, her skin is bare
her wings held low her skin is grey
her voice the cold touch of decay
she is older than the trees
she is fairer than the breeze
now an elder from the seas
she is colder than the ice
and their death is in her eyes
empty now she is inside
empty from her suicide.

Daughter fear, she haunts their dreams
in mockery, or so it seems
caught within an empty shell
she remembers all too well
whisper to them tales of hate
whisper to them of her fate
her coldness burning like the sun
remembering when she was one
one of their race, one of their kind
but never one like them in mind
ever seeing, ever blind
on the roof she hides her wings
when coldly once again she sings

Sing the song that they won't hear
sing the song they always fear
those who once had held her dear
sings a song of loneliness
a song by now emotionless
she knows more than they may guess
and she leaps and flies away
hiding from the break of day
now a creature of the night
in the daytime she must hide
knowing not what she has done
ever hiding from the sun
thus her past becomes undone

in the empty night she cries
remembering when she had eyes
the time when she believed their lies
living in the wood, in the branches of a tree
walking out the day along the shore, beside the sea
for their dreams she now has need
every night she needs to feed
the days are spent in reverie
thoughts of how it used to be
shouting curses at the sun
hate is all that she's become
hating all humanity,
spreading the insanity

despising her reality
though ever blinded, she can see
tears running from what once was eyes
when ever and anon she cries
naked now beside the sea
forgetting all her history
singing clearly in the night
perhaps to keep away the fright
empty now she is, and rotten
sings of dreams now long forgotten
walking down the streets at night
strangers turning soon to flight
eyes burning with a ghastly light

she is the daughter of the sea
she is what they refuse to be
seaweed covering her hair
she is so frighteningly fair
she sold her soul to the sea
to live for an eternity
she shall be forever free
the language of the sea she knows
and deep inside her darkness grows
spreading through her veins at haste
new souls she must ever taste
spreading the insanity
she feeds on their humanity

Remembers when she was a child
they thought her to be cold and wild
for they would never once perceive
that it was they who wrought her grief
and they found her by the shore
when she was five or little more
to their homes she then was brought
and their tongue she then was taught
but never might they guess her thought
and she would walk alone all day
the other kids would run away
her mind by none was understood
and of her lies there came no good

In the nights they lie awake
madness spreading like a plague
her crusade is now begun
all the world shall be undone
children keeping on the light
thinking: "Is it me tonight?"
of this plague she is the core
thirsting every night for more
"Mummy won't you lock the door?"
and Peter running home one night
saw a shadow in the light
and his screaming was in vain
never home he came again.

Her curséd army marshes forth
death is spreading through the north
the dread queen they do now obey
ever spreading her decay
and from the dead her minions rise
payment taken for their lies
insanity is in their eyes
Nalia, queen of the night
ever growing is thy might!
and the elders from the sea
shalt forever follow thee
just like thou they were forgotten
just like thou their minds grew rotten

a crusade is thus begun
she wishes to destroy the sun
there is nowhere left to run
holy war she now declares
on those who held her one of theirs
from the seas the ancients rise
now they shalt reclaim the skies
Nalia is now at war
with humans and the race of lore
but the elders don't forget
thousand years spent in regret
a hate of men who took the sun
thus their vengeance is begun

The elders hadn't given thought
now in her webs they were caught
she met them first in guile of trust
then they were deceived by lust
and ere dawn she drank their souls
now they are amongst her ghouls
those who spreadeth her disease
ever does their ranks increase
her dreaded name is in the air
the plague is spreading everywhere
people dying in despair
and she holds them all to blame
now the world shall be aflame