The Consort

Prepare your things Dissolve your mind 'Cause I'm your consort Beautiful queen of seventeen A blood red moon Has spared our bed But not your rivals Beautiful queen Prepare to reign No more to hide With I your faithful consort By your side Let streamers fly And cannons roar On your arrival Beautiful queen Tomorrow night Prepare to walk On anyone her highness ever wants Entrust in me You're not alone Together we'll wreak havoc on the throne Trust in me You're not alone Even though my throne's slightly smaller than yours Beautiful queen Together we'll wreak havoc You and me Together we'll wreak havoc You and me Together we'll wreak havoc You Prepare your things Dissolve your mind 'Cause I'm your consort Beautiful queen of seventeen