Fifteen-hundred-thirty-six Her age has come, the crown affixed Her only wish is to conceive Whilst burning those that shun belief
Countless years of bloodthirst And hundreds sacrificed All hanged, quartered, cauterised The Queen's still longing to give birth
Endless years of madness! Death-fatigue, the cruel intrigue Is the despair and the sadness Of a royal womb still fruitless
Blood Queen Blood Queen
Like a beggar 'fore the altar It seems the Lord has eased her plight Yet miscarriage still comes swiftly Like a thief in 'midst of night
Ascending her stairs backwards Clutching a mirror and candle "Show me my future and show me what's mine" And the mirror shows her a new-born child
She reaches for the infant, so sweet But the mirror cracks and its eyes start to bleed
A thick mist descends Suddenly down the stairs She drops the ghastly mirror Screaming in despair
Blood Queen
A shape appears in the mist And throws her to the floor The child, now floating in the air She screams: No more!
The eyeless child then reaches out She grabs its little arm But a surge of mist pulls her back The sudden force breaks the infant's neck
Blood Queen Blood Queen Blood Queen, she comes through the mirrors Blood Queen, she comes through the mirrors Blood Queen, she comes through the mirrors Blood QueenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
