Thanks Again

I may not thank You for opening doors, but still it's You I'm writing for, my queen is the one I'm fighting for, fighting those who hate and growl against the Goddess to whom I howl, as before Her moonlight I do bow. She is our Queen, She is our Goddess, so before Her fall on your knees, fall to the floor and bow your head Or it's you that will be dead. When it's Her you disrespect, sorry, that we won't accept. Imma raise You up as high as I can always at Your side, ready to lend a hand for You I'd sell my soul just to prove how true I hold for my loyalty is here to stay and your haters we'll just laugh away.