Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Queen Covered In Black, artist - Abyssos. Album song Fhinsthanian Nightbreed, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 31.07.2008
Record label: Cacophonous
Song language: English
Queen Covered In Black |
Queen of seduction, ruler of another sphere |
Drowned in my secret ocean, no-one knows where |
A journey into depths of the long lost empire |
The landscapes of Fhinstha, the world of the vampires |
To a time where history has never been written |
To a place only accessed by those of our kindred bitten |
You all know the signs |
You have all seen them before |
In places most secret where evil is adored |
I drank your Blood as you tasted mine |
The finest aroma of long lay down wine |
Your soul even darker than it’s ever been before |
Long enough I’ve waited for the one I always adored… |
I drank your Blood as you tasted mine |
Your lips so sweet, like a shiver down my spine |
Even colder than my journey through the sea of ice |
A seductive breeze, a succubus in a human disguise |
Your hair was blacker than the feathers of ravens just a moment ago |
But now it’s turned to even brighter than December’s frosty snow |
Your mouth is silent, but your hand points at the castle soon to be mine |
You’ll stand proud in thy glory and all that shimmers inside will be thine |
I drank your Blood as you passed the line |
Your filthy claws like razors down my spine |
Leaving wounds more nasty than lust’s red gash |
Passionately inflicted in an intemperate, livid flash |
Howling — the words of wolves, barking at the fullmoon light |
Evil — The most beautiful things that ever ever been seen at night |
Blood — Sharp teeth, tongues of lust, hunting for the innocent pray |
Desire — hidden behind sweet scarlet lips… |
…Eyes too sore to face the light of day |
Queen of seduction, ruler of another sphere |
Drowned in my secret ocean, no-one knows where |
A journey into depths of the long lost empire |
The landscapes of Fhinstha, the world of the vampires |
To a time where history has never been written |
To a place only accessed by those of our kindred bitten |
Your hair was blacker than the feathers of ravens just a moment ago |
But now it’s turned to even brighter than December’s frosty snow |
Your mouth is silent, but your hand points at the castle soon to be mine |
You’ll stand proud in thy glory and all that shimmers inside will be thine |