In the streets where the old stones remember
Every whisper, every tear that fell
I was born from fire and December
With a story that I’ll never tell
The wind carries voices of the forgotten
Dancing through the market square
My heart beats like drums, wild and rotten
With the weight of all I used to care
I am the queen of shadows, queen of dust
Rising from the ashes of broken trust
My crown is made of thorns and midnight rain
I’ll never bow to power, never bow to pain
Queen of shadows, queen of flame
They’ll remember, they’ll remember my name
Golden coins can’t buy the thunder
That rolls across these hills at night
I’ve seen empires torn asunder
By the hunger for what isn’t right
My dress is torn but my spirit’s climbing
Higher than their palace walls
Every bell in the city’s chiming
For the day when the tyrant falls
I am the queen of shadows, queen of dust
Rising from the ashes of broken trust
My crown is made of thorns and midnight rain
I’ll never bow to power, never bow to pain
Queen of shadows, queen of flame
They’ll remember, they’ll remember my name
When the morning comes to find me
I’ll be standing in the square
With my people close behind me
And defiance in the air
We are the queens of shadows, queens of dust
Rising from the ashes of broken trust
Our crowns are made of thorns and midnight rain
We’ll never bow to power, never bow to pain
Queens of shadows, queens of flame
They’ll remember, they’ll remember our names
They’ll remember, they’ll remember our names