Letras
In the cloisters of Coimbra, I speak to stone and flame
A prince with a hidden thunder, a vow I dare not name
Her name—Inês from Galicia—my dawn against the cold
I learned to breathe between duty, and the hand I hold
We raised our tender children, where the Mondego bends
And love outshouted banners, where the river ends
I swore até ao fim do mundo, carved beneath my skin
Let iron try to break it—love will not give in
Crown her in the dark if legends must wear crowns
Kiss the hem of death and name her queen in shrouds
Lay us head to head in stone where dawn will rise
At Alcobaça's nave, we'll meet with waking eyes
Até ao fim do mundo, hear my vow take wing
Over iron, over bone—let the choirs sing
Fear stalked the palace corridors, painted Castile's shade
My father heard his counselors like trumpets to the blade
"Do what you must," a whisper—then January steel
At Santa Clara‑a‑Velha, they taught my heart to kneel
Pêro Coelho, Álvaro Gonçalves—names that cut and stay
While Diogo fled to shadows, running night from day
Lágrimas turned to scarlet, and the cradles stilled
I tore the map of sonship, let rebellion build
Crown her in the dark if legends must wear crowns
Kiss the hem of death and name her queen in shrouds
Lay us head to head in stone where dawn will rise
At Alcobaça's nave, we'll meet with waking eyes
Até ao fim do mundo, hear my vow take wing
Over iron, over bone—let the choirs sing
The crown burned on my forehead—fifty‑seven's fire
I hunted ghosts by daylight, answered grief's desire
Two I seized and unmade—cruelty bore my name
One fled beyond my power, running into shame
I opened earth in sixty, lifted love from clay
A procession to the limestone, where the organ prays
The musicians' hands were trembling, instruments have cried
An ancient wind was braiding sorrow with my pride
Crown her in the dark if legends must wear crowns
Kiss the hem of death and name her queen in shrouds
Lay us head to head in stone where dawn will rise
At Alcobaça's nave, we'll meet with waking eyes
Até ao fim do mundo, hear my vow take wing
Over iron, over bone—let the choirs sing
Some say I set a throne for her, and made the living bow
A tale that walks beside me, but history guards the how
Believe the love we carried; question gilded art
Let myth and truth share bread—but never break the heart
"Até ao fim do mundo!"
"Till the end of the world!"
"Let mercy cool the embers!"
"Let memory be heard!"
Crown her in the dark if legends must wear crowns
Kiss the hem of death and name her queen in shrouds
Lay us head to head in stone where dawn will rise
At Alcobaça's nave, we'll meet with waking eyes
Até ao fim do mundo, I vow through steel and sin
When trumpets wake the hills—let our gaze begin
Until the end of the world, the stone will keep our names
Forgiven by the ages, sung in iron flames