Take a seat upon my throne
I’ll let you be a pretender for a day
I’ll let my servants douse you in my riches
I’ll let my butchers prepare a feast fit for a King
But when the day has fled, so must you
For the night sings in my blood, and I am awake
My throne sighs in pleasure when I return to it
My servants cry with joy and raise their hands in praise
My butchers slaughter the most treacherous animals in my name
No pretender King will rule in my stead like I can

Take a seat upon my throne
I’ll let you claim it
I’ll let you believe in your power
I’ll let you quiver in awe of my stone towers
But it was a mistake
For a King should never take what is mine
I lie down on your bed of swords
Skin too impervious for your steel to break through
No blacksmith in my kingdom can melt my golden hide
No King will ever claim what has already been claimed by me

Take a seat upon my throne
I’ll let you sit there for a while
So that I can remember those swords you made
And that bed you carved
But when the day has fled, so must you
For the night sings in my blood, and I am aware
Of all pretenders and fakes you chose as King
And of how you mounted my throne
Without thought of my power
For I am beloved by many and feared by all
And I am the Rightful Queen