Queen of Ice
They called me a queen.
Not royal, nor divine,
But the coldest bitch they'd ever seen.
They called me a knight.
Not a soldier admired,
But a mercenary in white.
They called me a whore.
Not for sleeping around,
But for my frosty core.
Who can feel with a frozen heart?
Who can love with a icy soul?
I wouldn't know where to start,
For the ice has taken its toll.
They called me a traitor,
A defector,
A deserter.
Not for disobeying,
Rebelling,
Abandoning,
But for having honor.
They called me Demon of Ice,
Devil of Snow,
And so I pay the price.
But now I'm free,
The Angel of Death,
And soon they'll see;
I truly am the Queen of Ice.