Phantom Queen - Dark Moor

In my love

I have dreamt of you

Obtaining a view

A cow in the cattle

In my dream

I was in the fight

Focussing the light

A crow in the battle

But when, at my end, I meet the Great Queen

I shall die happy because I’ll have her seen

And in the fray when I am getting colder

I may support a black crow on my shoulder

My black crow just crackle

Casting me a shackle

And then, I’ll know, before feeling me frozen

That I have been by the Phantom Queen chosen

She will be my lover…

The Great Queen

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