Blood Queen

Fifteen-hundred-thirty-six
Her age has come, the crown affixed
Her only wish is to conceive while burning those that shun belief

Countless years of bloodthirst
And hundreds sacrificed
All hanged, quartered, cauterized
The queen's still longing to give birth

Endless years of madness, death-fatigue, the cruel intrigue
Is the despair and the sadness of a royal womb still fruitless

BLOOD QUEEN
BLOOD QUEEN

Like a beggar 'fore the altar it seems the lord has eased her plight
Yet miscarriage still comes swiftly like a thief in 'midst of night

Ascending her stairs backwards
Clutching a mirror and candle
"Show me my future and show me what's mine" and the mirror shows her a new born child

She reaches for the infant, so sweet
But the mirror CRACKS and its eyes start to bleed

A thick mist descends suddenly down the stairs
She drops the ghastly mirror screaming in despair

BLOOD QUEEN

A shape appears in the mist
And throws her to the floor
The child, now floating in the air
She screams, "NO MORE!"
The eyeless child then reaches out
She grabs its little arm
But a surge of mist pulls her back
The sudden force breaks the infant's neck

Blood Queen
Blood Queen
Blood Queen
She comes through the mirrors
Blood Queen
She comes through the mirrors
Blood Queen
She comes through the mirrors
Blood Queen