I, the prize that sacrifice has won
The daughter of Grandfather's least-favorite son
Am less than nothing, according to you
Excuse me when I say it can't be true
I, the pride of the conquered lands
Hold the power of life and death in my hands
So scorn me now, but, traitor, take heed
There is nothing from you I ever could need
I, the princess of east and west
Shine so much brighter than all the pitiful rest
You spit and sneer at the sight of my face
I would not act that way in your place
I, the dictator of your survival
Have decided to finally slay you, my rival
Don't complain, prisoner; you had your chance
Now, will you join me for one last dance?