The war was fought and won in the darkness of the day

As He with the sword of the Spirit evil did slay

To save the soul of the Thin White Queen

She everlasting life has now possessed and seen

That infiltrating the lasting heights of heaven

There to gaze upon the face of the perfect seven

Who calls her home into eternal glorious day

Where she in might and power will stay

Judging the righteous and the angelic bands

With sword in hand she forever stands

Justice approved and waiting to sentence the hoards

Who over the brink of doom have left their shards

Of the weapons of war that they waged with her

She the whip, the dagger and the spur

Will condemn all those who abuse their trust

In the sanctity of marriage and the eternal truss

That leads then into the gloom and binds them there

She her robes of righteousness will now wear

For the White King has left the board

She is vindicated and by heaven adored

The sword of justice in her pale and loving hand

Seeks the scabbard to love to slake the hurting man…