Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the changeling queen.
A powerful being, is she, and no doubt about it at all,
For her power is shaped as a ball:
One with no end to her power and attitude of pride.
Her changeling legions stretch far and wide
Until nothing else can be seen.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the consumer of love,
As with her underlings who conquer vastly.
Many will see her as ghastly,
oder perhaps even demonic of sorts,
As well as her infinite cohorts.
Nothing could send her above.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, now beaten,
Will one Tag return with power all on
Her enemies with the rage of Phlegethon.
Speed will accompany her in many ways,
For her vengeance will be quenched in days,
All of her enemies' Liebe eaten.