I’ve seen the birds fall from the sky I’ve seen the harvest wither and die And now I know our prayers have all been in vain We must invoke the Old Gods to bring back the rain
Wake her at dawn, bring her down to the bower Robe her in white, crown her with funeral flowers Join the parade, oh follow her through fields of dust Because tonight we must bless the same soil with her blood
May Queen Chosen One Daughter of the Sun
May Queen Chosen One Now your time has come
As dusk descends, we climb the black hill to the stones The sunsets blood red as she takes up her wicker throne Flames flicker high as our torches are put to the pyre Her reign will end, as her body is fed to the fire
May Queen Chosen One Daughter of the Sun
May Queen Chosen One Now your time has comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
