Death must become of them all,
For they choose madness in the face of innocence
One a queen, one a sacrifice
The oracle chooses from the unlucky womb
If I must grow a kingdom to the skies of heaven
Then oracle must bow before the one scorned.
Green trees shelter my darkest desires,
For I must wait for the reigns rescue.
Only then will the skies open,
For that day we shall merge.
Then,
Conquer....
