On a throne of woven adoration
She smiles like a Viking Queen
I kneel
I bow
My eyes lowered and meek
Royal blood with wine red lips
Her sultry voice speaks
Bring the whip and two canes
A soft voice like moonlight
Striking blue eyes gracious like heaven
The bell I gave her rings
Sound of the whip shakes the night
Empress Blue as cruel as love
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