Master of Strings

Music: Master of Strings 🎧 Genre: Dark Sinister Carnival Electro-Pop, Theatrical Pop, Tragic Folk Metal 📜 Lyrics: Deep in the woods where the shadows creep, A master of strings wakes the dead from their sleep. He wears a dark coat of rich crimson velvet, A crown of cold bone on his brow like a helmet. His black leather gloves twitch and pull on the thread, He turns his cold gaze, and the living are dead. She dances before him in tattered white linen, Her feet bare and bruised, yet the grim waltz is spinning. Look at his hands, how the gloved fingers fly! Look at the gleam of the trap in his eye! The strings catch the light with a crystalline glare, A thousand sharp facets suspended in air! Beware of the master, the lord of the play! He’ll steal your free will and he’ll drag you away. In tattered white linen she weeps as she bends, While the man in the crimson coat dictates the ends! Run from the puppet show, run from the night, Before his dark gloves pull your strings out of sight! The scene flashes quickly, a blur of despair, The tattered white linen spins wild in the air. The man in the crimson coat tightens his grip, A cruel, silent smile on his bloodless pale lip. His piercing stare cuts through the dark like a knife, Commanding the wooden-limbed mimic of life. His black leather gloves never falter or shake, Each movement a nightmare you cannot escape. Beware of the master, the lord of the play! He’ll steal your free will and he’ll drag you away. In tattered white linen she weeps as she bends, While the man in the crimson coat dictates the ends! Run from the puppet show, run from the night, Before his dark gloves pull your strings out of sight! A glint of the facets, a snap of the cord. The girl in the linen bows down to her lord. The gloved hands retreat to the velvet embrace, Leaving a lifeless cold doll in her place. The crimson coat vanishes deep in the trees... The tattered white linen left swaying in the breeze. Beware the dark strings... ⚙️ Credits & Copyright: © 2026 All original lyrics and concepts belong to the creator