Tell me of mahogany,
Of ash,
Of snow.
Precious Peace
Tell me of a land far away,
Enthroned by kings and queens of old,
And their monstrous offspring.
Precious Peace,
Tell me of a lover,
Not long forgotten,
And your silent vigil of love.
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down