Paris Paloma-labour (cacophony) (speed up) 

ALL DAY EVERYDAY THERAPIST, MOTHER, MAID, NYMPH, THEN A VIRGIN, NURSE THEN A SERVANT

THE POWER AND ALL OF THE ANCESTRAL RAGE I HAVE HAS BEEN AWAKENED BY THIS SONGGGG

me after listening to the first 5 seconds: :o

WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED

MY GLORIOUS QUEEN RHAENRYA

WE DONT CALL HER MOTHER NATURE FOR NOTHING.

The fact that you can hear kids singing this.

IF DAEMON HAS NO HATERS IT'S BECAUSE I'M DEAD.

WOMAN DESERVE BETTER💋💯

hell YEAHHHH. this song is so empowering

The random strangling scene is so baffling to me. Book Rhaenyra never would've put up with it.

rhaenyra :((

From 0:02 to 0:21 it just SLAYYYYYYYYS. (Edit:my comment got 9 likez ty

Thank you for making this, it is now my new favourite song its so good❤❤❤

*LYRICS:* All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24/7 baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour Why are you hangin' on so tight To the rope that I'm hangin' from off this island? This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan), carefully timed it So let me go and dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting? And I'm gettin' fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man) and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24/7 baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24/7 baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid) If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant) For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him) You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger) The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' (24/7 baby machine) If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams) And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her) You make me do too much labour

Why is this like slytherintok?♡

Best part 1:02

rhaenyra my poor girl