• Flashes of frailty and thoughts of red doors
    Climb from the dirt to the skies
    Bloodlines that failed me compel nothing more
    Ambition it burns in my eyes

    Cast beyond duty and passed through the scorn
    Voices that warn the discreet
    Whisper of beauty that’s born of the storm
    And the tremors of eight thousand feet

    Unbound
    Bellows of war resound
    Through high walls
    Tyrants of toil will fall

    Queen of the free
    The breaker of chains
    Winter will cry out my name
    Look to the sea
    To follow my claim
    Become the mother of flame

    Accept the new or die out in the old
    Ruthless my justice and truth
    Planting the seeds through my cities of gold
    Rip out the weeds by the root

    Queen of the free
    The breaker of chains
    Winter will cry out my name
    Look to the sea
    To follow my claim
    Become the mother of flame

    Bound no more
    Let my children soar
    To the distant shores
    We will glide over the world