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 thats 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  unburnt spokes on the wheel still turn to crush down unleash the hordes unbound bound no more let my children soar to the distant shores we will glide over the world 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