Hailed from The Empress herself, Failed, without a care, without a doubt. No matter, she can think of no one else, All need worship her ground, All need worship her crown, The way she worships herself. Everyday she watches the sun fall down, And with her mighty sword, She commands the stars themselves. Many dragons she's slain, She'll slay to extinction. Nothing bigger than her disdain, And nothing before her depiction. For she is perfection incarnate, All need desire her reflection. All need admire her perfection. Hail to the Queen! All hail The Queen! Nothing greater than she! All hail The Queen! All hail! The Queen of misery! A Queen as beautiful, A Queen as fair, A Queen as you to gaze, Seen a prettier face anywhere. The many Dragons she's slain, And the many Fairies she's bested, The many Mages she's enslaved, Can never measure to the Pages she beheaded. Too easy for her, of course, To defeat by sheer will power and force, And she'll collect your sword. Beautiful but hardened by war, Nothing mightier than she! The gods have sworn. Ruthless and rotten to the core. Hail to the Queen! The Queen of Swords! All hail The Queen! Nothing greater than she! All hail The Queen! All hail! The Queen of misery! So mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who's the most rotten of them all? No fairer is she, None before the Queen. And what will you do when there are no more dragons to slay, your Highness? What will you do when theres no one left to pay, your Highness? What will you do when there are no more swords to collect, your Highness? What will you do when there are no more to behead, your Highness? Another conquest, your Highness? Another head to roll, your Highness? Another sword to your throne, your Highness? Hail to the Queen! All hail The Queen! Nothing greater than she! All hail The Queen! All hail! The Queen of misery! All hail The Queen! Nothing better than she! All hail The Queen! All hail! The Queen of misery!
