Riding through the smoke
A swirling shadow at her side
The full moon light draped as a cloak
Her hair untied
Millions of stars within her eyes
Her glance so cold
All beings her lips will hypnotize
Whistling pure notes
How could she be evil?
So beautiful, primordial...
Floating over the black water
The queen rises her battle axe
Between her fingers of silver
Loud you shall scream as your skull cracks
Quickly the pain will disappear
As in her steel all becomes clear
With so many souls you now live
Only to bring others to grieve
How could she be evil?
So beautiful, primordial...
She is still riding through the smoke
An army on her back
The moon still lending her a cloak
Her nails all black
Billions of stars within her eyes
Make sure she acts
All of us she will hypnotize
She did make a pact...