Artist's Description

_Whoever can string my husband's old bow
And shoot through twelve axes cleanly
Will be the new king, sit down at the throne
And rule with me as his queen_

_Let the arrow fly
Once you know that your aim is true
'Cause I'd rather die
Than grow old without the best of you
Though I never thought
That these would be the lengths we go for love
I would not have it any other way_

_And though I never thought that it would end like this
Just know I'll be here
Waiting, waiting~_