Dead Queen

Oh, what lies as these fires silently rise Signs piercing the sun Darkness where there was none The dead queen and one who has yet to die Crimson tides flowing fluid and wild Draw those tears and kneel to the blade Blood will flow, greener grass to grow Worry not, your time here was well Oh, what lies as this fire silently rises Sparks piercing the sun Darkness where there was none looked dead Green and white, blue has yet to die Crimson tides flowing fluid and wild Draw those tears and kneel to the day Mud will flow, greener grass to grow Worry not, your time here was well