And he says, signal the fleet, On his mark, everyone you know, Begins to leave, All you have left: Blacks out their retreat, All you have left: Is the swarm above your head, You felt her fall away, Calling out your name, As she became, The queen of blades. She called out from something like a tomb And when you came just a little too late, All you have left: Is the one you never saved, All you have left: Is a war to take her place.