With Crown of Gold adorned,
With mud of doubt smeared proud,
She stood broken.
On toes so foreign that
No one left or remembered the end.
With Crown of Diamonds in her hands,
With mark of forest in her thread,
She offered, herself mending,
To you, to me,
to her people the harshest truth.
There standing proud,
Heart of lion without doubt,
She held closely,
The wounds that noone should.
Crown of Gold,
Weight on her shoulders,
Crown of Diamonds,
Scorching embers in her hands.
With poise they’ve never seen,
Walked forth their bravest queen.
Into Woods they’ve never dared,
Into clutches of the bravest end,