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