Stained glass bleeds a crimson light, Inside a cathedral of endless night. Shadows creep where the candles burn, A point of no return. Guarded by beasts with eyes of fire, Fueling a dark, chaotic desire. Chorus Queen of the dark, draped in black lace, Ruling the throne with a cold, ruthless grace. Behind her stands death with a scythe raised high, Under a blood-red gothic sky. Don't watch alone when the midnight falls, Echoes of terror ring through these halls. Wolves growl low in the creeping mist, By the touch of the Reaper kissed. She sits poised in a crown of thorn, A goddess of nightmares newly born. The scythe gleams sharp as the whispers grow, Down in the deep, macabre glow. Chorus Queen of the dark, draped in black lace, Ruling the throne with a cold, ruthless grace. Behind her stands death with a scythe raised high, Under a blood-red gothic sky. Don't watch alone when the midnight falls, Echoes of terror ring through these halls. Outro The 3 AM files are open wide... Nowhere left for the living to hide. Red eyes gleam in the fading breath... The empire of the Queen and Death.
