She chased a shadow through the dark Ten thousand years of woven silk She brought her hunger to my frost To claim a cold and royal bed I gave her iron, gave her stone A crown dressed in blue and gold She offered wine, she begged for touch I gave her silence, clean and cold A single heir to seal the line A debt fulfilled, a duty paid She seeks a heart beneath the coat Where only polished steel was made Her desperate touch, her reaching hands Are smudges on a pristine mirror I turn my head, I smooth my sleeve And never let her drawing nearer Her hunger pulls My glass remains She spins her silk I cut the chains No room for two No place to fall I lock the gate I raise the wall! I stand alone, above it all! I watch her build, I watch her fall! I need no hand, I need no grace I share no world, I share no space This is the cost of absolute height This is the weight of pure, blinding light Above her touch Above her cry I stand alone Until I die! She wears desire like a veil And lays her silk before my feet She calls my name into the void And begs for two cold worlds to meet I view her touch as dust and noise A minor stain upon the floor I turn my back, I throw the bolt And shut a heavy, iron door One child was all the realm required To keep the lesser fools at bay She calls it cold, she calls it cruel That I should push her world away She does not see the architect Who built this tower in the sky I’d rather reign in barren frost Than let her see the mirror die! Her hunger pulls My glass remains She spins her silk I cut the chains No room for two No place to fall I lock the gate I raise the wall! I stand alone, above it all! I watch her build, I watch her fall! I need no hand, I need no grace I share no world, I share no space This is the cost of absolute height This is the weight of pure, blinding light Above her touch Above her cry I stand alone Until I die! The hall is vast, the spire is clear The silence cuts like polished steel And somewhere deep beneath the coat Is something I refuse to feel I see the hunger in her eyes I feel the phantom of her touch A sweetness promising a mend A price my pride can never match For if I reach, if I should bend The fragile mirror starts to crack The sovereign falls, the god is slain And there is no turning back I see her standing in the cold A tragic phantom at the gate And though the silence weighs like lead I will not compromise my state! I’d rather freeze upon this peak Wrapped in my pristine blue coat Than let her soft, reaching hand Press against my frozen throat! Let her call it hollow height! Let her call it bitter stone! I’d rather be a flawless wreck Than bend to make this throne a home! I stand alone, above it all! I watch her build, I watch her fall! I need no hand, I need no grace I share no world, I share no space This is the cost of absolute height This is the weight of pure, blinding light Above her touch Above her cry I stand alone Until I die! Untouched by silk... Untamed by grace... Always above... In my own space...
