| If you still don’t believe that I can restore myself under your crown
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| Then watch me as I decapitate this serpent head of vanity
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| I used to be wary of you
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| Now I’ll make your skin crawl at the thought of me
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| You once thought me a fool
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| But titles change so easily
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| As you’ll see now
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| Who’s the fool and who is king
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| Who’s dying and who’s triumphing
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| You’ll learn your lesson from a monster once defied by none
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| And now I’m finally able to say you all share this common trait
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| Her heart was cold long before her eyes made her stone
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| You’ll see
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| They’ll tell this story for ages to come
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| She didn’t see me hovering above her like the halo she abandoned
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| Likewise I never laid eyes on the scales of her skin
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| My dexterity terrified her
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| I charmed the blood right out of her neck
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| And while her body collapsed to the floor
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| I grabbed a hold of her head
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| Held it up
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| Dripping
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| To it’s own reflection
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| And forced her to behold her internal demon
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| My battle cry will always echo in her death rattle
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| And now I’m finally able to say you all share this common trait
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| Her heart was cold long before her eyes made her stone
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| You’ll see
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| They’ll tell this story for ages to come
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| As I left
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| You seemed so certain that I would falter
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| But you mistook my confidence for pride
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| I never boast of bloodshed unless I have the heads to prove my slaughter
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| And with her once writhing skull in my grasp at long last
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| And with her wretched, glaring visage burned into my shield
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| And with the knowledge that I’m stronger than you’ll ever be
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| It’s time to regain my throne
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| I’ll cut a crown of serpents from her hair to replace the one you used to wear |