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~