8 Black Queen

Of black ebony, of snow-white shells, artfully carved, superbly crafted, to the roar of Spanish cannons, she emerged onto the shores of Europe from the fetid womb of the ship, a beauty beyond all imagination— the Black Queen. [chorus] Forget how happy you were. Forget the songs you sang. Your fate is unenviable, you are no longer able to be Black Queen. [verse] On her arms and legs were bracelets, bloody, rusty. This was the royal gift of the Old World to the Newly Revealed Beauty. Her own beauty burned at the stake, crushed by the Witches&Hammer. Now only gold is valuable. And silver, and copper. [chorus] Forget how happy you were. Forget the songs you sang. Your fate is unenviable, you are no longer able to be Black Queen.