My Kingdom, My Bride And My Sorrow
All that I hoped for, was a better morrow
For what is pride, without love
Nothing, but a desolate room's dark alcove.
All that I hoped for, was a better morrow
For what is pride, without love
Nothing, but a desolate room's dark alcove.
In this land of shades
Where I spy nothing but accursed blades,
Where blood kisses gore
And forgiveness, the humanity abhor
Where I spy nothing but accursed blades,
Where blood kisses gore
And forgiveness, the humanity abhor
You were my guiding star
That shone bright, from a land afar
And helped me find a stand
In the ever shifting dunes of sovereignty sand.
Your beaming face would make me forget
All the deeds of darkness, that I regret
When I would sit on my melancholy throne
And think of all time that has flown
All the deeds of darkness, that I regret
When I would sit on my melancholy throne
And think of all time that has flown
After I said you my last farewell
And hid all my sorrows, behind an ice cold veil
Sometimes I think, when I would pass my cruel decrees
I could smell your lingering fragrance, in the blowing breeze
And hid all my sorrows, behind an ice cold veil
Sometimes I think, when I would pass my cruel decrees
I could smell your lingering fragrance, in the blowing breeze
And hear your aria, in the now silent pavilion
That once drew happy crowds by a million
But now here I stand, and hear no birds sing
Only the wind, that tidings of tribulation bring.
That once drew happy crowds by a million
But now here I stand, and hear no birds sing
Only the wind, that tidings of tribulation bring.
A great war is to come
For I can hear the sound of destruction drum
And the crown above my crown
May in all the burden drown
For I can hear the sound of destruction drum
And the crown above my crown
May in all the burden drown
And a drop of blood from my heart
Can make the tale of a new kingdom start,
But in this 'land of weeping ashes'
My soul has already taken a thousand gashes
Can make the tale of a new kingdom start,
But in this 'land of weeping ashes'
My soul has already taken a thousand gashes
And I fear not death, nor the enemy's treacherous plan
But I dread losing you to another man
So I must fight,
Until the world fades from my sight
Except the night's eternal noise
But let my crying blade,
Sing my immortal song
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