Diamond Key

In this wasteland 

I am Queen

Ruler over rust and rotting dust

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Through this barren world I roam

My subjects 

They hold the mark of Cain

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I fight the wars

The battles all

Yet still, my kingdom does not come

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My enemies they fear me

For what it's hard to say

One day they will defeat me, I will be in their chains

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My crown is made of broken things

My head scratched and bleeding from harsh points

Hollow to the core and weighing heavy on my mind

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No royal prince has stolen my heart

Kept in my chambers under lock and diamond key

A key lost in the Battle of Fire

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Sworn fealty to my war paint and battle scars

No one person do I answer to

My throne; my prison cell

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It is too late to refuse my duties

This world relies on my black soul

To lead this land to its promised promise

The End

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