The Queen Of Broken Wings

gothic symphonic power metal, heavy metal Burning Linden: THE QUEEN OF BROKEN WINGS I wore a crown of winter roses, I ruled beneath a silver sky. A thousand voices called me holy, A thousand banners rose on high. But when the darkness crossed the mountains, And fire consumed the eastern sea, I gave the heavens all my glory, To keep my people safe and free. They never saw the price I paid, They never heard the angels cry. They only saw my broken wings, And watched their fallen queen pass by. I AM THE QUEEN OF BROKEN WINGS! THE LAST OF THOSE WHO DARED TO FLY! I GAVE MY CROWN TO SAVE A KINGDOM, AND THEY LEFT ME THERE TO DIE! I AM THE QUEEN OF BROKEN WINGS! BUT STILL MY HEART REMAINS! YOU MAY HAVE TAKEN ALL MY HEAVEN, BUT YOU CANNOT TAKE MY NAME! They carved my name from every doorway, They burned my portrait in the square. The children learned to call me traitor, And cursed the woman standing there. I wandered through the frozen valleys, Where no cathedral bells could ring. And every night beneath the snowfall, I dreamed that I could hear them sing. Then from the ruins of the kingdom, A desperate prayer crossed the night. The very hands that cast me outward, Were reaching for my fading light. I AM THE QUEEN OF BROKEN WINGS! THE LAST OF THOSE WHO DARED TO FLY! I GAVE MY CROWN TO SAVE A KINGDOM, AND THEY LEFT ME THERE TO DIE! I AM THE QUEEN OF BROKEN WINGS! BUT STILL MY HEART REMAINS! YOU MAY HAVE TAKEN ALL MY HEAVEN, BUT YOU CANNOT TAKE MY NAME! I stood before the shattered gates, Where once they sang my name. The people knelt upon the stones, Their faces filled with shame. I could have turned and left them there, To face the coming night. But mercy is the final wing, That carries us to light. I AM THE QUEEN OF BROKEN WINGS! AND I HAVE COME AGAIN! NOT FOR THE CROWN THEY TOOK FROM ME, NOT FOR THE THRONE OF MEN! I AM THE QUEEN OF BROKEN WINGS! AND LET THE HEAVENS SEE! THEY TOOK THE WINGS UPON MY BACK, BUT NOT THE SOUL THAT MADE ME FREE! LET THE BELLS OF MERCY RING! LET THE FROZEN KINGDOM SING! FOR EVEN WINGS THAT CANNOT FLY, CAN TEACH THE FALLEN HOW TO RISE! And when the morning touched the towers, No crown was waiting at my feet. But somewhere in the waking city, A child began to sing.