Heavy is the crown she wears Knowing the cost, the sadness she bears Left to ache while weeping for his fate
Perhaps one day The shadow will be sent away When light will have won, maybe there in the sun The king will revive in it srays
One thing's for sure, As the ages move on, The harshest of debts is to live with regret, So chase what you love And fight on, for the one, that you lost...