Vanquished Kingdom - Left Bower

Like a jester with no tears, like a ruler without fears
Like an equalising goal at the end of extra time -
Lightning strikes and thunder rolls, your hands slip off the controls
When you hear rumours of war and love starts to grow cold

Like the left bower in your opponent’s hand
Eleventh hour, black as the night, nothing going as planned

When you look up at the sky and the birds have started to fly
When the vultures gather round something lying on the ground
When you’re watching someonе die and you silently stand by
When you try to raisе your head and it’s buried in the sand

Like the left bower in your opponent’s hand
Eleventh hour, black as the night, nothing going as planned