“Fan Theory”
By Merisan
On tiny heads find shiny crowns
But they’ll be wrapped in golden shrouds
And one day you’ll be Queen
A taste of blood to feed the need
It gives the witch power to see
So says the prophecy
Ahhh yeah x2
A rash of hands grope for your throat
You sacrificed your only hope
You traded dragon fire
Revenge is lust that you can trust
Incinerate them into dust
For fame and your desire
Ahhh yeah x2
You are the danger they should fear
The living end is drawing near
A stranglehold of love and death
His grip will wring your final breath
Ahhh yeah x2
In flames and pain you made them pay
For every step you walked in shame
You lit the wild pyre
Who knows the truth the future holds
Your summers turned to icy cold
You’ll serve the Night Sire
You are the danger they should fear
The living end is drawing near
A stranglehold of love and death
His grip will wring your final breath
Ahhh yeah x2
Ahhh yeah x2