Don't mind the lyrics

In velvet halls where chandeliers glow,

A grieving woman walks so slow.

She wanders around the halls in pain,

Draped in black, bound by chain.

A century of pain and misery,

Buried deep inside her crest.

Trapped within the ancient walls,

Where her body was laid to rest.

She weeps in agony,

With tears running through her pale skin.

She searches for the man who killed her,

Holding onto the fire within.