The queen of hell
arise again
from the ashes
of the burial down
of a new day
In the darkest cradle ,
where our world was given life
she charms children of sorrow
So beautiful
a cry of agony
and then a moment of silence
when she smiles
The wrath of all gods
cannot equal her creepy fame
As the vision of my own life
reflects on her pale face
all demons are dancing
Tuching with scorching black fingers my soul
craving for vange
A venomous flower
from the dead garden of my queen
Oh,so delightful...
It is given to me
It is a key
A key for her heart
It has a secret slot
Only I can find it
I,her elderest child
Only I can revive her
And I will!