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Your Majesty Styx


This is verse about me and all of you Call me blunt- I have no tact But I’m tired of putting on this serving act Call it vanity, call it pride But I am a queen with nothing to hide Step forward, don’t be afraid Let all doubt simply fade Come to your mother Her children she protect A name known in every dialect A perfect guardian all learn to respect Come now children, may you sleep in peace Sift souls from bodies, feel sweet release Fill all desires and needs Just be careful not to bite the hand that feeds On the outside there is darkness The thrill lies in the mystery in where it leads
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