Fyrsta
Ólafur Arnalds
4:17So the king turns into dust and the queen she kneels in tears. The prince runs away It's too much for him to take. The knights stand in line watching the fall of their pride. This all proves your prophets false and then there's no light to save you. I wander aside watching your kingdom fall. It's not my fight and I decide To leave To where I have some peace.