The Lost Quen's Eyes کے بول

In the lost queen's eyes Where piety's gone fetid Long has she waited Ornery by her worn-out sighs For the king to return from the war In glory after fall Returning from the war Gone the days his battle transcribed He would return with honor to his life The people would rejoice at the sight Tall he sat in his saddle, his armor bright Awakening his people's hearts and minds Our queen His memory felt the bond Our queen Our queen In the silence follow In the cold frost of the frozen night She sits alone imagining His return from the war Another man, he's a selfish tyrant There's a spell, people are oppressed Mother and father tricks the son