I sit in the shadows planning my rise to my throne,

waiting for you to make a mistake, planning the right time to make my presence known.

You won't last forever your time will come,

beware for this might be the last time you walk under the sun.

They say revenge is best served cold,

But I prefer it when you're on your knees my eyes piercing your soul.

The Day you fall from grace I have already seen,

So bow down to me your Eternal Queen.