When you look into her eyes
Trying to find whatever lies
Behind those dark stares,
Under that cold skin of hers,
Beneath the crown she had worn,
All you can do is fantasize:
What would it be like,
if she had your heart torn?
My dear, don’t be fooled,
For, your soul, she will doom.
Because that queen you see on her throne
Always showed, like Beethoven,
Calm moments before the storm.