The Vanishing Queen
The Vanishing Queen
Run a blade through the lonesome
heart,
Drip by drip the embers burn,
North, south, east and west leaving no trace behind,
Far and high goes my search,
My vine wrapped heart crumbles to nothing.
Run a blade through the lonesome
heart,
Drip by drip the embers burn,
North, south, east and west leaving no trace behind,
Far and high goes my search,
My vine wrapped heart crumbles to nothing.