Desert Queen

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