I admit that in the past I’ve been too kind But it’s time I think I’d better make a switch So you’ll find that nowadays I’ve concocted better ways You could even deign to call me batterwitch Oh yes… Well I fortunately know a way to fix things It’s a talent that I always have possessed Oh my minions, It is time To put an end to all the crimes Of the rebels causing all of this unrest
Poor Alternian trolls In pain, in need This one begging at the crowds Oh he wants to steal my crown Should I help them? Yes, indeed Poor Alternian trolls So low, misled They come pleading now for mercy Crying, “Oh, Highness Please!” But I help them! I make them dead!
Now it’s happened once or twice One rebel’s death would not suffice And I’m afraid I had to cull some highblood souls I hear another one complaint Then I will use their blood as paint These poor Alternian trolls
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Every troll who passes 9 sweeps will be banished There’s a lot of space to colonize, for shore. The grubs and lususes may stay, but they will soon be sent away And if they die, then whatever were they good for? Until you all adore your Condescension Say goodbye to your homeworld while you can! Next sweep, this day at dawn, You will all be moved along And all talk, all rebellion shall be banned!
Come on you poor alternian trolls Go ahead! Hail your empress! I’m your queen, your Condescension and I’ve got eternal life If you speak against me- take a guess You poor Alternian trolls Life’s short for you If you want to go rebelling You’ve got the pay the tolls Suck it up and get to work for me Cause I’m in full control And with my precious helmsman here Well I’m just on a roll These poor Alternian trolls