Barren

She sings with the pain of a defeated king
Who lost the war for his soul
Now all the merry men have gone
Replaced by a dark grieving cold

Once an ideal there was to behold
Lead by the purist of them all
A man who saw a future of promise
A man to inspire big and small

Now the promised land is barren
No flowers
No light
Bitter snow
Now the promised land is barren
No flowers
No light
Bitter snow

He fell with thrust too fast to catch
Corrupted by the trickster you'll know
For who better to deceive the man
Than the one who fell farthest of them all

She sings with tears for all to hear
A sound set in cold desolate hope
Her king turned mad for his sins to see
A dead bae in her arms to hold.

Now the promised land is barren
No flowers
No light
Bitter snow
Now the promised land is barren
No flowers
No light
Bitter snow



Credits
Writer(s): María Cantú, Yam Chan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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