Mother, I know you wanted more for me,
Gilded crowns and marble halls,
But mama, I wanted more too,
I found it in the arms of a King and the bite of a pomegranate,
You painted my lips rose red and set me on a hilltop of daisies,
He gave me a throne of skull and bones, and now I paint my own lips red with the blood of those who came before,
Oh mother, I know you wanted me to marry a good man who could give me his all,
This man not only tore open the world for me, he gave me a world - the whole Underworld,
He didn’t just give me his soul, mother, but every soul,
My King never dragged me to hell,
He was the first man to get on his knee for me, and he offered me a crown, a kingdom, and a heart,
You think he’s not worthy of me, mama?
He loved me enough to make me his queen,
The God of the Undead, the mighty King of the Underworld, whom mortals fear - cowers beneath my touch, gives me the power to destroy him,
Mother, how could I want anything more?
The God who takes and controls souls, has given me his.