A/N: This is what happens when I click around Youtube. Yes, it's haunting, but so is the song by itself. The lyrics are in bold.
P.S. I started writing Morganthe (the tagless wonder) before much was known about her character, so she might be a little... colder than you remember.

Disclaimer: I don't own this song. It's Room of Angel from Silent Hill.


You lie, silent there before me.
Your tears, they mean nothing to me,

Morganthe always found joy in torturing others. It was calming to her, almost therapeutic. Tears never meant anything to her. In fact, she quite liked it when they cried and begged. It was amusing.

The wind howling at the window,
The love you never gave,
I give to you,
Really don't deserve it,

As blood ran across the floor, Morganthe hardly spared his body a glance. Cyrus Drake was motionless on the floor in front of her.

"Last requests," she snickered. "He didn't honestly think I took those, did he? What a daft fool."

But now, there's nothing you can do.
So sleep, in your only memory
Of me, my dearest mother...

Her first human kill, and she felt no remorse. It was her own mother lying dead on the floor before her as blood poured across the dirt floor of the tent and turned it to mud.

"Goodbye mother," Little Morganthe said coldly. "Nice seeing you."

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.
(Goodbye)
It was always you that I despised.
I don't feel enough for you to cry, [oh no]
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,
(Goodbye),
(Goodbye),
(Goodbye),
(Goodbye).

So insignificant, sleeping dormant deep inside of me,
Are you hiding away, lost, under the sewers,
Maybe flying high, in the clouds?
Perhaps you're happy without me...

Morganthe stared at her best friend's body in the graveyard, head cracked open on a headstone. It's cruel irony, she thought, that Kendra died in a graveyard. Graveyards were always the one place the tribe sisters would never come to any harm. Or so Mori thought.
Maybe it was better this way, after all. Kendra could be happy in the afterlife without her.

The Spider Queen didn't cry. It was against her nature.

So many seeds have been sown in the field,
And who could sprout up so blessedly,
If I had died I would have never felt sad at all,

You will not hear me say 'I'm sorry'

Never in her life had Morganthe sincerely apologized for anything. She'd never so much as uttered the words "I'm sorry" either. She suspected it came from her father's side. The life of a savage, the tongue of a liar, and the blood of a killer.

Where is the light, wonder if it's weeping somewhere?

Shadow magic was an accident, but a useful accident. It was good for luring the curious out of the light to see why the dark clung to walls to strangely.

They had lived in the light all their lives. Shadows were strange and foreign to them. Apparently, so were caution and common sense.

Morganthe always struck from the shadows. She loved the look on faces when her victims realized how stupid they had been.

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.
(Goodbye)
It was always you that I despised.
I don't feel enough for you to cry, [oh no]
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,
(Goodbye)

(Goodbye),
(Goodbye),
(Goodbye).