Lyrics
She holds the sunset room with the drapes so white
The TV speaks as she sleeps through the night (Go)
Victorian towers birth a small warm light
And the clouds bend down to keep her pale face dry (Huh, let's go)
In the dawn struck hours, she can finally rise
To roam this prison and to throw her cries
With the jade crown given to a man out of his mind
All the hope once distant has been lost in her sight (Why?)
Backed to the wall, she is forced to fight
But a fight thought lost is one that's almost mine (It's mine)
Now her blood bleeds hot from out her rolled-back eyes
And her teeth grow out as hеr claws unwind
The door comes off its hinges in hеr hands like it was always open
Flesh has turned to ribbon as the guards confront the queen of olden
The loyalty once gifted to the king drips out of armour, broken
It's halved in lack of effort, left to rot until the streets are soaking
Our queen of old is home (Our queen of old is home, uh)
The king shall turn to bone (I am the king, the king shall turn to bone)
She holds the sunset room with the drapes so white
The TV speaks as she sleeps through the night
Victorian towers birth a small warm light
And the clouds bend down to keep her pale face dry
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