She is an heir to the dark throne,
as she dances all night and live for life,
so wick your candles and stand by her side,
or kneel like the others before the ocean tide,

and whisk into the forest,
and seek for your queen,
as the blood-moon searches for its army,
make sure you were not to be seen,
as we blow the horns to call upon the dead,
and wish for the darkest night,
but try not to loose your head,

as everyone is on their way,
dragging themselves into the darkness,
as they assemble along the river,
lighting candles throughout the night
as the good lights are at home,
hiding in fright,
they would not dare to come out,
until they could see the light of day,
as they sit in their beds, and chairs,
praying that they would not be slayed,

but the queen is coming at your door,
looking for more cure,
to bring her true love back,
as she is hunger for more,

It is just the beginning, and it is not the end,
lets all gather and hold hands,
and curse the queen away
before it is too late, before she spread hate,
all across this land of ours,
lets hope for a hero,
that would be here to help,
as somewhere out there,
she is ready to fight and yelp