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She was an ivory tower

A vision of regal pride

Some vied to take her power

With an assassin’s knife

They bucked the guiding touch

Of a softer hand

They came to ask for death

From a wretched half-a-man

They brought the golden price

With shining fever eyes

The smell of cowardice

Clung thickly to their hides

Her beauty stole my breath.

And I began to cut

The flesh is a funny thing

It craves a spark inside

Or a dirty, darkened flame

For burning those still alive

She was born for ruling,

More fair than they deserved

They paid for a life taken

I gave one back to her

Fields of bone

Fields of living bone

Bodies in the streets

She’s coming to get you rats

All hail

The queen of the dead

The kingdom of the dead

All hail