Listen my children so you may hear, for the night runs cold as my end draws near
I tell you of a tale of a distant land, where an old king ruled with an iron hand
As joyful as his youth may be, his elder life was a tragedy
Beside his hand stood an empty throne, but he'd not all his life been alone
His heart was as stone

Long ago when the land was well, when the king stood tall as the wicked fell
He believed he had outlived the world, 'til he saw the face of a peasant girl
Her hair was warm as a phoenix flame, and her eyes emerald gems of a dragon's mane
Virgin pure as a snow-white dove, and skin that shone like sunlight above
He was in love

He confessed his love when they first locked eyes, and she returned his with an angel's cries
Their wedding day was a blessed sight, and their bed was blessed on their wedding night
The people loved her with all their heart, together 'til death should do them part
One night he asked if she'd go away, smiling she promised "I'm here to stay"
Until one day

When the nights grew long in the kingdom's walls, and the shadows lurked in the castle halls
It was then that the demons rose again, and the land was cast in a fatal sin
The queen was lost as the king looked 'round, 'til the shades had left and the queen was found
Inner spirit petrified, all was lost when he found his bride
For she had died

Her death was a wound that had never healed, and his heart once soft was as hard as steel
His crown was lost as the kingdom fell, and this is the end of the tale I tell
Now I'm old as I wait for death, while I speak to you with a dying breath
But before Death has set me free, let it be known that that king was me
Take me to my queen

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