Traitor green eyes

You all who come to the shrine
Pray to your queen
God knows her time won’t be bright
Tomorrow she’ll be seen

As a traitor
As a traitor

Cold eyes in the night gave her nothing but pain
“Mercy!”, she had to lie.
The green in those eyes made her alive again
“Passion!”, she had to die.

As a traitor
As a traitor

Love gave her peace again.
She’s found hope again.
She cried, she implored.

She had to pay and see her eyes go free on a King’s sword.
It’s true.
She died as a queen but her eyes are green.