(Verse)
Marching out, heaven's prepared for raid
I know it's sublime, I sit here neath your place
The earth will shake, the mountains bend and break
The air turns black when the queen of the dead walks by

(Chorus)
No sound, kneel down in rubble 
Queen of the dead!
Queen of the dead!
Queen of the dead!
Queen of the dead!

(Verse 2)
A black ride, a precision of rotting flesh
Our weakest touch will unleash the flowers of rash
The crypts and tombs blow with a lovely light
A royal how where the queen of the dead walks by

(Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Chorus)