In the lost queen's eyes Well tired tears from heavy lids Long has she waited Warmed only by her worn out sighs For the king to return from the war In glory at the fore Returning from the war Gone the days his battle triumphs grand He would return with honor to his land The people would rejoice at the sight Tall he sat in his saddle, his armor bright Awakening his people's hearts and minds Oh Queen, his memory felt the bond Like a fresh warm wind always strong and never weak In the silent sunlight in the cold frost of the morning light She sits alone imagining the dawn The dawn of his return from the war Governing, he proves a selfish tyrant There's a spell, the people are oppressed Further and further drifts the sun