Prayer of a Dying Queen

Beware, my child, the lies of man

And flee from folly if you can

Listen not to sweet yet lying tongue

Listen to the King of which epics sung

He leaps from valley to mountain peak

The storm it trembles when he speaks

The darkest forest bows its leaves

A word from him and earth upheaves

With laughing song he calls the rain

With weeping eyes he hears our pain

Though darkness creeps in our kingdom now

Day will come when to him they'll bow

So wandering far or meandering near

Believe not all that you might hear

They say he's a myth but I've walked with him long

I've seen his eyes and heard his song.

Come once again our Wandering King!

And save our land from suffering

We've turned from faith to dark gods of old

I beg your forgiveness for our love gone cold

And though the great day I may never see

I know that you will return to me

Preserve my child unborn in your hands

And help her seek you in all of our lands.