The Queen Who Wept

Hear the mighty thunder crashing all against the tide
Flee with all your might to seek to make it out alive

Boneless men in multitudes are marching on our homes
Old accords are broke in two, a tale as old as ice

We've been drained of self
The spirits of slaughter come home
All things remain the same
Long live agony

A mountain to climb, a hill to die on
The queen who wept carries on
The manse of the dead was given to us

A home for the withered and the cold
We'll be there 'til we grow old
In the shade of the sycamore

Children of an Elder God have swallowed up the sun
Treaties shattered into sand, invasion has begun

Walking dead no consciousness no reason can be found
Old alliance, life or death, a tale as old as time

A mountain to climb, a hill to die on
The queen who wept carries on
The manse of the dead was given to us

A home for the withered and the cold
We'll be there 'til we grow old
In the shade of the sycamore

Un-life

A mountain to climb, a hill to die on
The queen who wept carries on
The manse of the dead was given to us

A home for the withered and the cold
We'll be there 'til we grow old
In the shade of the sycamore

'Til we grow old
In the shade,
Of the sycamore
We'll live forevermore