Heavy is the Crown
Lassic's been defeated.
The Algol system's free.
The people have made me their queen,
And guidance seek from me.
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They call him tyrant, monster,
More names for man abhorred.
But how can I call myself ready,
When his blood still stains my sword?
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My new home's on Motavia,
Though most days I spend concealed.
I see the endless wastes of sand,
And miss fair Palma's fields.
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Noah, Myau, and Odin,
Friends in whom I can confide.
But still, they're not burdened with rule,
Don't pay the price for regicide.
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Millions of subjects' voices,
Their words echo in my mind.
But how am I supposed to rule?
I fear I'm walking blind.
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The system's fraying at the edges,
This peace could fall to strife.
Some even seek to avenge Lassic,
And I'm in fear for my life.
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Come night, I kneel beneath the cross.
Long after end of day.
For wisdom, peace, prosperity,
For all these things I pray.
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And even after sun has set,
When I find brief, restless sleep,
A dark force lurks within my mind,
Drags me to places dark and deep.
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They call me Queen of Algol.
They call me Majesty.
But for when I was but Alys,
That is my phantasy.
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From days of simple villager,
From that life I have come far.
But to return to days of yore,
That's my wish upon a star.