"Mark of the past"
She lived in a case,
Golden mask on her face,
When she's happy,
All will bow down,
To her dusty, rusty crown
When she's sad,
All will weep sorrow,
Like there's no tomorrow
All who have ever seen her,
Offered fine jewels and fur
Now she is different though,
That was centuries ago,
She isn't nearly as powerful,
But her mark will never dull
