Fifteen-Hundred-Thirty-Six
Her age has dome the crown affixed
Her only wish is to conceive
Whis'st burning those that shun belief
Countless years of bloodthist
And hundreds sacrificed [All hanged, quartered, cauterised
The queen's still longing to give birth
Endless years of madness!
Death the fatigue, the cruel intrigue
Is the despairand the sadness
Of royal womb still fuitless
Blood Queen
Blood Queen
Like the beggar' fore the altar
It seems Lord has eased her plight
Yet miscarrise still comes swiftly
Like a thief
In' Midst of night
Ascending her stairs back wards
''Show me my future and show me what's mine''
And the mirror shows her
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 misty
And throws her to the floor
The child, wow floating in the air
She screams
"No more! "
Th eyeless child then reaches out
She grabs its little arm
But a surge of mist pulls her back
The sudden force break the infant's neck
Blood Queen
Blood Queen
Blood Queen
She comes throug the mirror
Blood Queen
She comes throug the mirror
Blood Queen
She comes throug the mirror
Blood Queen