Song | Éléonore de Provence |
Artist | Leaves' Eyes |
Album | Symphonies Of The Night |
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Éléonore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
Rise for the kingdom's cause | |
Demon's blood in golden gown | |
Seize the power of the crown | |
Hatred frozen our veins | |
Rise for the kinfolk's laws | |
She decieived the servile soul | |
Find her, fight her seize the queen | |
Pelt her stone her end this fraud | |
Éléonore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
So faithful to her love | |
Devoted to the crown | |
Fight for the kingdom's cause | |
Blue-blood armed in golden robe | |
Seize the power of the crown | |
Empress poison mortal force | |
Men made of flesh and blood | |
She deceived our servile soul | |
Find her, fight her seize the Queen | |
Bring her tothe trail's court | |
Éléonore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
A queen of foreign blood | |
And hatred in her soul | |
In her barge upriver in the dark | |
They seized her from the bridge | |
Dirt stained red silk damask | |
In vain a mother in her heart torn apart | |
All the sweetness of nature | |
Was buried in blackwood's grave | |
And the wind sings a sad lament | |
With it's cold plaintive cry | |
But oh the teeming summer will come | |
Bringing life in it's arms | |
And will strew rosy flowers on the face of evil and death | |
Éléonore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
In the dark upriver in the barge | |
They seized her from the bridge |
É le onore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
Rise for the kingdom' s cause | |
Demon' s blood in golden gown | |
Seize the power of the crown | |
Hatred frozen our veins | |
Rise for the kinfolk' s laws | |
She decieived the servile soul | |
Find her, fight her seize the queen | |
Pelt her stone her end this fraud | |
É le onore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
So faithful to her love | |
Devoted to the crown | |
Fight for the kingdom' s cause | |
Blueblood armed in golden robe | |
Seize the power of the crown | |
Empress poison mortal force | |
Men made of flesh and blood | |
She deceived our servile soul | |
Find her, fight her seize the Queen | |
Bring her tothe trail' s court | |
É le onore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
A queen of foreign blood | |
And hatred in her soul | |
In her barge upriver in the dark | |
They seized her from the bridge | |
Dirt stained red silk damask | |
In vain a mother in her heart torn apart | |
All the sweetness of nature | |
Was buried in blackwood' s grave | |
And the wind sings a sad lament | |
With it' s cold plaintive cry | |
But oh the teeming summer will come | |
Bringing life in it' s arms | |
And will strew rosy flowers on the face of evil and death | |
É le onore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
In the dark upriver in the barge | |
They seized her from the bridge |
É lé onore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
Rise for the kingdom' s cause | |
Demon' s blood in golden gown | |
Seize the power of the crown | |
Hatred frozen our veins | |
Rise for the kinfolk' s laws | |
She decieived the servile soul | |
Find her, fight her seize the queen | |
Pelt her stone her end this fraud | |
É lé onore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
So faithful to her love | |
Devoted to the crown | |
Fight for the kingdom' s cause | |
Blueblood armed in golden robe | |
Seize the power of the crown | |
Empress poison mortal force | |
Men made of flesh and blood | |
She deceived our servile soul | |
Find her, fight her seize the Queen | |
Bring her tothe trail' s court | |
É lé onore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
A queen of foreign blood | |
And hatred in her soul | |
In her barge upriver in the dark | |
They seized her from the bridge | |
Dirt stained red silk damask | |
In vain a mother in her heart torn apart | |
All the sweetness of nature | |
Was buried in blackwood' s grave | |
And the wind sings a sad lament | |
With it' s cold plaintive cry | |
But oh the teeming summer will come | |
Bringing life in it' s arms | |
And will strew rosy flowers on the face of evil and death | |
É lé onore the fairest of them all | |
So young and vulnerable | |
In January snow a shimmering golden gown | |
In the dark upriver in the barge | |
They seized her from the bridge |