Queen Tomiri, have lived and conquered

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
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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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