I unbutton my cape and collapse to the sheet

My arms curl around the empress' creation

Sure, I won the battle, but my soul is in defeat

My queen, so sorry to be such a damn deviation

I wouldn't blame you if you told me to go the other way

After all, I wear a crown of thorns and you wear one of gold

The brightness of my heart always seems darker anyway

I feel so weak, like a demon out in the cold

One more time, I ask of you

This is the last time

I can think of you here with me on these sheets so blue

So, great queen, please promise to be mine...