Lyrics Throne Renowned Of Old - The Wretched End

Throne Renowned Of Old

She sits alone
In the blackness of night
On a throne renowned of old
For its virtue and might
They watch from above
The wise ones unseen
Noble, old, silent
They are not what they seem
Sensing their eyes
Turning to the night sky
Strong willing and unafraid
Of the great ones who fly
Knowing all, seeing all
Who has nothing to hide
Awaiting fate
The turning of the tide
Alone in this majestic cathedral
Moving with grace
One with the spirit of the north
Moonlight on her face
So (still) she sits alone
In the blackness of night
On a throne renowned of old
For its virtue and might