By each drop of sweat
And dripped down the thick red
Pain preceding peace
And all around she saw the dead

The vast submissive crowd dispersed
But to fail to a meek
A sword limp
Better die than be weak

The only heir
The only share
She will rise
To replenish her Kingdom from wear

Ten thousand is too much
She is the only they need
Her cunning dangerous than a million needles
Her tongue twisted as weed

And alas they shall live in peace
By the side of their Queen mother
A symbol of eternal peace and strength
Strength of an ox and touch light as feather

And the day shall arrive
She will rise
Amongst the dead
And they shall pay the price

Goodness will bloom
Like the glory of seven fold
And all shall bow
To a glorious woman behold

They shall tremble
Before her love and mercy
But she shall not shed a drop of gold for them
So shall I daresay

The saints will place the crown upon her head
They people shall roar
The women will praise
And this shall never be a mere Lore

She will rule directly below the skies
The sun will never set
They lands will know of her glory
And they shall never, on her bet

For this will be the Rise of the fallen Queen

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