Paroles de The Crowned Daughters

The woods whispered a woeful tune Rustling leaves in autumn hues The same eve that I found you there Hauntingly fair, stranded and bare The trees murmured a mournful hum Lingering light from a dying Sun When your ashen stare met mine Wringing me tight, eyes hollow And white, deprived of life Arcane symbols on your wrists A wooden crown of weeds and sticks And well-sealed in your outspread Arms, your porcelain palms A mystical charm for the chosen ones The queen will bloom within your womb The queen shall rise now The wait is over She’ll be reborn again to rule This stranded earth The queen shall rise now The wait is over She’ll be reborn again to lead These mislaid hearts