Flashes of frailty and thoughts of red doors 
Climb from the dirt to the skies 
Bloodlines that failed [bad word] 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 
 [bad word] the mother of flame 

Accept the new or die out in the old  [bad word] my justice and [bad word] 
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 
 [bad word] the mother of flame 

Unburnt 
Spokes on the wheel still turn 
To [bad word] 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 
 [bad word] the mother of flame

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