God Unknown

Your chambers are empty, your legions have fled

And your gardens are wilting while you curl up in bed

Gutted your succession and dismissed the pain

(the blood cascading down the drain)

But the queen's in regression, and she cannot remain

You can ask her to stay, you can look in her eyes

But you can't get it all back when she dies

'Cause you pushed us away, and it's too late to try

So you kneel to a god unknown tonight

You've chosen seclusion, we don't want you around