Under a midnight sky, I strum a bitter tune,
A serenade of revenge beneath a frozen moon.
Your treachery turned my heart to hardened ice,
Now every note I play becomes a calculated slice.  
In the stillness of the cold, I hear my inner call,
A melody of retribution rising to enthrall.
Cold revenge serenade, echoing in the dark,
Each chord a frosty promise, igniting a spark.
The silence of your leaving fuels each note
I claim— A song of icy justice declaring my true name.  
Every verse is sharpened like a blade in winter’s air,
Cutting through the memories of a love that wasn’t fair.
I transform frozen sorrow into a fierce symphony,
Crafting power and defiance in perfect harmony.  
As the winter wind whispers secrets of the past,
I turn every chill into a strength that lasts.
Every frozen tear becomes a note in my refrain,
A promise that my heart will rise again.  
Cold revenge serenade, played on icy strings
A lullaby of justice that every sorrow sings.  
In this frosty anthem, I reclaim what was denied,
A song of chilling vengeance where my true self won’t hide.