Blackened petals fall
from buried caskets,
and fall into your eyes.
Rise up and take your throne,
of naught but plated iron.
Raise your copper scepter,
and pretend that it is gold.
Open those emerald eyes pretty,
and hand your reins to your servant
for your power is nothing but,
a grain of sand on a shore.
from buried caskets,
and fall into your eyes.
Rise up and take your throne,
of naught but plated iron.
Raise your copper scepter,
and pretend that it is gold.
Open those emerald eyes pretty,
and hand your reins to your servant
for your power is nothing but,
a grain of sand on a shore.
