Lyrics

Marching out Her servants prepare the way An altar of blood a Symphony of Evil plays The Earth will shake The mountains bend and break The air turns black When the Queen of the dead walks by No sound, kneel down and welcome Queen of the dead Queen of the dead Queen of the dead A Black array a procession of rotting flesh A reek, a stench but at least the flowers are fresh The crypts and tombs glow with unearthly light A royal hell when the Queen of the dead walks by No sound, kneel down and welcome Queen of the dead Queen of thе dead Queen of the dead