Copperboots - The Quiet Queen (Darkwave | Goth | Electronic)

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"The Quiet Queen" from upcoming album Tenet Opera Rotas
Written by John Copperboots (Przemek Nowak)

Lyrics:
This season’s dead, the cold wind lies,
Beneath the stars, a dim-lit sky.
I write of love, of silent fears,
Of broken souls, forsaken years.

I write you love, a broken verse,
In tongues that fade, a silent curse.
Close the windows, shut the night,
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light.

A quiet queen in darkness stands,
With empty eyes and folded hands.
A whisper soft, her voice in pain,
Of love that burns, of loss again.

A silent queen in shadows stands,
With empty eyes and folded hands.
Her whispers soft, her voice in pain,
Of love that burns, of loss again.

I write you love, a broken verse,
In tongues that fade, a silent curse.
Close the windows, shut the night,
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light.

A quiet queen in darkness stands,
With empty eyes and folded hands.
A whisper soft, her voice in pain,
Of love that burns, of loss again.

A silent queen in shadows stands,
With empty eyes and folded hands.
Her whispers soft, her voice in pain,
Of love that burns, of loss again.

I write you love, a broken verse,
In tongues that fade, a silent curse.
Close the windows, shut the night,
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light.

A quiet queen in darkness stands,
With empty eyes and folded hands.
A whisper soft, her voice in pain,
Of love that burns, of loss again.

Farewell, farewell, beneath the wall,
Where shadows drift and voices call.
A bird I knew flies low and high,
In season's grip, beneath the sky.

I write you love, a broken verse,
In tongues that fade, a silent curse.
Close the windows, shut the night,
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light.

A quiet queen in darkness stands,
With empty eyes and folded hands.
A whisper soft, her voice in pain,
Of love that burns, of loss again.

A quiet queen in darkness stands,
With empty eyes and folded hands.
A whisper soft, her voice in pain,
Of love that burns, of loss again.

I write you love, in crooken' verse,
In fading words, a quiet curse.
Close every door, shut down the night,
A ghostly dream, a fading light.

A quiet queen in darkness stands,
With empty eyes and folded hands.

Farewell, farewell, beneath the wall,
Where shadows drift and voices call.
A bird I knew flies low and high,
In season's grip, beneath the sky.

Disclaimer:
This song is an original creation, written, composed, and recorded by us. Our experimental process involves using neural networks to process the sound, which may go against some listeners' perspectives or personal beliefs. If this approach doesn’t resonate with you, please feel free to pause the music at any time.