Even the wolf with the thickest coat would shiver at your guile.
You are a princess of lies, ruling oe'r your spineless
Subjects
You are known well in a far away land, but here your words have no sway
Here the sun does not set or rise at your childish beckoning
Here you are a liar, thief, and mother of hate
Malice is your brother, and you both walk hand in hand
As do I little sister
As do I