Sixteen yearsSixteen banners united over the fieldWhere the good shepherd grievesDesperate men, desperate women dividedSpreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves
Fortune callsI stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplaceMerchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone downShe's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was bornOn midsummer's eve, near the tower
The cold-blooded moonThe captain waits above the celebrationSending his thoughts to a beloved maidWhose ebony face is beyond communicationThe captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
They shaved her headShe was torn between Jupiter and ApolloA messenger arrived with a black nightingaleI seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but followFollow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil
I stumbled to my feetI rode past destruction in the ditchesWith the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattooRenegade priests and treacherous young witchesWere handing out the flowers that I'd given to you
The palace of mirrorsWhere dog soldiers are reflectedThe endless road and the wailing of chimesThe empty rooms where her memory is protectedWhere the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him upForty-eight hours later, the sun is breakingNear broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocksShe's begging to know what measures he now will be takingHe's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks
Gentlemen, he saidI don't need your organization, I've shined your shoesI've moved your mountains and marked your cardsBut Eden is burning, either getting ready for eliminationOr else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
Peace will comeWith tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fireBut will bring us no reward when her false idols fallAnd cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreatingBetween the King and the Queen of Swords
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