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By each drop of sweat And dripped down the thick red Pain preceding peace And all around she saw the dead
The vast submissive crowd dispersed But to fail to a meek A sword limp Better die than be weak
The only heir The only share She will rise To replenish her Kingdom from wear
Ten thousand is too much She is the only they need Her cunning dangerous than a million needles Her tongue twisted as weed
And alas they shall live in peace By the side of their Queen mother A symbol of eternal peace and strength Strength of an ox and touch light as feather
And the day shall arrive She will rise Amongst the dead And they shall pay the price
Goodness will bloom Like the glory of seven fold And all shall bow To a glorious woman behold
They shall tremble Before her love and mercy But she shall not shed a drop of gold for them So shall I daresay
The saints will place the crown upon her head They people shall roar The women will praise And this shall never be a mere Lore
She will rule directly below the skies The sun will never set They lands will know of her glory And they shall never, on her bet
For this will be the Rise of the fallen Queen
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