(+) Shriek's Tale
>
--- Bruce Dickinson
Another winter's tale is done
Your immortal lover is gone
The chalice stolen from her hand
Eternal life at her command
Now all that she rules must see...
The howling shriek of death in your eyes
The whole court and the beast enter your room
The gold will turn to rust
Your empire follows you into your tomb
The wraiths of night caress
And whisper softly now, "We are the dead"
They bear your life away
They tear your heart in two
They've taken the queen
To some better place, so they think
As the flame burns low
Now the flame burns higher
And it purifies the love that died
And scared rats closed in alive
Back to the earth, sealing the tomb
Our skeletons rise through the veil of blood
Who summons us now from our graves?
"We are the dead"
The shriek of death in your eyes
The whole court and the beast enter your room
The wraiths of night caress
And whisper softly now, "We are the dead"
They bear your life away
They've torn your heart in two
They've taken the queen