A thirst for blood which none shall quench but you; queen of the horses The fatal folly to which befell the great king; an insatiable need fulfilled by your iron His head resting in the skin; drowning in the misstep of life In his eyes, I witnessed a kingdom crumble through the agony And though it may have been a victory for your people; revenge is not saccharine on your lips Pieces of a broken man cannot amend the loss of your boy; of your gallant champion But you can ride strong and true in knowing no more of your blood will meet dirt today We are all your sons and daughters; and you our brave heroine No knees must bend to you; for you sit atop a throne of triumph Hold a place in your heart dear mother Nothing will undue the torment or the sorrow; but it will not define our nature With you as our beacon; no void will grow in these plains An endless legacy was born from the blood The world will remember you in the beauty of strength and brave conviction From the laurels of defeat; grows glory of unmatched love The palace lies within your voice; and our spirit
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