I want money, power and glory/I want money, and all your power, all your glory/Alleluia! I wanna take you for all that you got/Alleluia! I’m gonna take them for all that they got
Religious motifs pepper themselves all throughout, which gives her writing an otherworldly, near-ominous feel. She’s dedicating a whole chapter to the trappings of the three-headed hydra, the same one that’s been the downfall of almost every major civilization. It’s typical Del Rey: charmingly tragic.