The Thin White Queen has now come into her own

He the eternal pathway has clearly shown

That there is none like her, the appointed one

To mete out the justice that the Black King has won.

All who fall between the rock and the molten hell

Out of her mouth a sword will see and tell

That they are ruined and not saved as she

Heavens glory they will ultimately be forced to see

For eyes are blind and mind is dull and evil

Waiting for the outward stretched hand and feeble

Rescue of the false god where they have placed their trust

Falling into the deafness and darkness they must

Face the Thin White Queen and take the plight

No refuge now from her justice strong and infinite

The Black King is her mentor and holy guide

As into the depths of love she enters the thin white glide

Love has won the day in the power of the truest Holy See

As she is truly satisfied with her lovers repartee

That He alone will back up her glorious move

And bring her home His righteousness to prove…