Here comes our queen, so beautiful and divine. It's time to grab the young ones, and leave your homes behind. Go far from here, and don't you dare look back. The princess she's no longer, compassion she will lack.
Consumed by power, her feelings of worth. We owe it all to her, our lives held ransom from our birth. The townsfolk have gathered, begging to be seen, as Hundreds bend their knee, shouting Hail to the Queen!
As she glances the crowd, your presense is amiss. Those bright white eyes just never fail, your death she will insist. You find yourself in trouble, so just try and stay low. She'll come for you eventually, Ensnare you with her glow.
You're not the firsts I've warned before, most will take that chance, but why'd you place your trust in me? I orchestrate this dance. You see I'm not a fool here, her highness, she must gleam. So when you wave goodbye, I'll say: Hail to the Queen!
It didn't use to be this way, our princess, her esteem. Now without the sun and moon, a nightmare is our dream. We clutch our pillows at night, children tucked in tight, Living each day in hope, we don't awaken to their screams.
She used to be a friendly face in sight. but all that is done and gone, the shadow is her might. But don't lose hope yet, the end is still unseen. Until then, just remember it's Hail to the queen.