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