The old man told me in a silver mountain tower sleeps a marvelous unique queen locked and covered in vanity
For a hundred years the night comes to her eyes Sleeping beauty in her grave bed poisoned with darkness
Her spirit lives in the mirror (calling my name) Her long black hair holds me (like never ending nights) Her voice guides me (feeling your sweet touch in my face) To a miraculous reality (lust running through my veins)
My killer queen eating me alive An evil smile closing my eyes. Lost in space, left in the cold I’m dying alone.