In the witching hour
Comes a rider in black-cold through and through
Enslaves by desire
Just like a drug, she's consuming you slow

You can't love like you used to before
And you can't find trust in nothing else anymore
Those pale lips, the bourbon-soaked kiss
She's the den of your sins-the slit of a wrist

"I was forged by fire-a daughter of the canyon lands
Hell's spawn of liars-raised by the dead in the sun-scorched desert sand"
Heed the killer of hearts
Face the angel in black where the desert starts
Hear her ravenous tune
A call to the wild in the white light of the moon
Spawned out of the dark
Under blood-red skies below falling stars
Fall onto your knees
Surrender your soul to the crimson desert queen

Time stops-turns to reverse
A thousand years passed, haven't you heard?
When a red moon rises over barren terrains
The black-backed jackal howls; calling her name

"For I am the sinister savior-commander in his lucifer's reign
The new world creator-here to see to, blood will fall like rain"

Heed the killer of hearts
Face the angel in black where the desert starts
Hear her ravenous tune
A call to the wild in the white light of the moon
Spawned out of the dark
Under blood-red skies below falling stars
Fall onto to your knees
Surrender your soul to the crimson desert queen

In the dead of the night
Under blood-red skies
Fall to your knees
Before the crimson desert queen
Heed the killer of hearts