Koniec Świata - God shave the Queen

**Narrow Chambers, Narrow Words**
**The Corridor of Power and Clique**
**A Golden Crown Shines on Her Head**
**It Chafes as if it Were Thorns**

**The Queen Plays with Pearls**
**The Army Turns Villages and Cities to Ash**
**The Priest Blesses the Governors**
**And the Sword Grows into His Hand**

**God Shave the Queen**
**Wash Her of Her Sins**

**Burning Stakes Gush with Heat**
**Severed Heads Roll**
**The Lanterns Bend Under the Weight**
**Of Hanged Traitors to Her Crown**

**The Queen Dances with Her King**
**Counting Income from Collected Tributes**
**Separated from People by a Wall**
**She Sleeps on Velvet Pillows**

**God Shave the Queen**
**Wash Her of Her Sins**

**Her Finances' People Are a Carriage**
**She Whips to Go Faster, Further**
**After All, It's Easy to Spend Gold**
**Earned by Foreign Hands**

**Her Hair Has Grayed, Her Chin Has Yellowed**
**And Sometimes From the Hallway Windows**
**She Looks at Her Poor Folk**
**Bathing in Her Own Filth**

**God Shave the Queen**
**Wash Her of Her Sins**