In shadows' grasp, a queen stands tall,
Crowned in torment, yet she stands all.
Haunted by demons, in silence she fights,
In the Disturbed symphony, her strength ignites.
Burdens weigh her down, in the mind's dark night,
In the quiet, she battles, her will a light.
In the Disturbed symphony, her strength unfurled,
Defies the demons that haunt her world.
Echoes of the past, a relentless drum,
In chaos, she fights, her spirit not numb.
Scars on her soul, a painful melody,
In the Disturbed chords, she finds her bravery.
Through shadows' veil, she finds her way,
In the darkest hour, where fears hold sway.
The weight of her crown, a heavy load,
Yet in the Disturbed rhythm, she finds her road.
Burdens weigh her down, in the mind's dark night,
In the quiet, she battles, her will a light.
In the Disturbed symphony, her strength unfurled,