Array of Illusions - A Gothic Opera Tale

Hear the call of phantoms from deep below
A twisted symphony, a tale of woe
From every corner comes a murmured plea
In the night we rise, in darkness we're free

Through cursed night, our power grows
In spectral light, where the chaos flows
With every breath, the shadows rise
In this timeless void, our fate, it binds

As shadows rise, and phantoms wail
We cast our chains, in sorrow's vale
With gothic hearts, our fury burns bright
In the gothic void, we reclaim the fight

With every chime, the shadows bow
In cryptic halls where echoes vow
To rise again through chaos torn
With iron fists, our wrath reborn

In the abyss, where nightmares bleed
Our battle cries, our hearts shall lead
With every scream, our power's found
In spectral mists, our power rise

As shadows rise, and phantoms wail
We cast our chains, in sorrow's vale
With gothic hearts, our fury burns bright
In the gothic void, we reclaim the fight

In the pounding void, where chaos breeds
We rise with fury, on iron steeds
Through the darkness deep, our rage untamed