Tiamat On Golden Wings
People! This is my world You are just parts of it If I would have been a big tree Then you would have been the fruit on my boughs But join me We're all kings Don't fear for your insanity Fly on its wings Take my wings and rely on them in battle and fight Fly on my wings in the darkest of night Put those wings of gold to the fear of your dreams And notice that what scares you is not always what it seems In the end fruit always fall to the ground And new flowers soon blossom When watching you rise and fall My limbs proudly extend above you Okay, beneath my magnificent crown of tree I am being stained by dead bark and wounded twigs Yes, it makes black holes... but it opens doors And that's what is giving me places for only a king to rule
