Queen of the Dead - Virgin Steele

Marching out Her servants prepare the way

An altar of blood a Symphony of Evil plays

The Earth will shake

The mountains bend and break

The air turns black

When the QUEEN OF THE DEAD walks by…

No sound, kneel down and welcome…

QUEEN OF THE DEAD

QUEEN OF THE DEAD

QUEEN OF THE DEAD

A Black array a procession of rotting flesh

A reek, a stench but at least the flowers are fresh

The crypts and tombs glow with unearthly light

A royal hell when the

QUEEN OF THE DEAD walks by…

No sound, kneel down and welcome…

QUEEN OF THE DEAD

QUEEN OF THE DEAD

QUEEN OF THE DEAD