Mother of Flame - Miracle Of Sound

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 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

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