the Queen Marches

There's a queen  
and her daughters are dead
there's a fucking queen
and she's coming for your head
 
See her blood royal in the light
of Lilith's silver, discus moon
there's a rage in the air tonight
to replace a mother's loving croon
 
Because there's a queen
and her daughters are dead
her sisters were raped
and she watched as they bled
 
There's a queen..
 
No doctrine, no belief
no system, no fucking regime
can replace our swollen grief
or the hate in her bellicose scream  
 
There's no god, no man
no prison, no army, no gun
that can stop her plan
to put your wicked kind on the run
 
See, there are queens
 
You stole their sacred crowns
and burned down their silver thrones
enslaved them in pretty gowns
silenced them with holy books, stones
 
I'd sooner tear the life out my womb
than bear another daughter
who will be a slave to you
 
I'd sooner be a martyr
than a bitch under your foot
 
You see...
 
I'm a fucking queen