In my field of blood, in my gown of thorns

In my endless night, in my devil's horns

I was born in a firestorm, blood running down the walls

The sirens screamed my name, the distant explosions called

Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dread,

Mistress of the Flies, Queen of the Dead

Caught with another man, don't cry no tears over me

My blood runs cold for a week every month,

That's enough to make anyone mean

Sexual maturity and superhuman strength

Just one good squeeze, baby, and I'll take you to the brink

Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dread

Mistress of the Flies, Queen of the Dead

Caught with another man, I don't even turn my head

You had it, you lost it, if you don't shut up you'll be dead

A savage god swims in my night, bull's neck snapped

in an attitude of delight

In my field of blood, in my gown of thorns,

In my endless night, in my devil's horns

Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dread

Mistress of the Flies, Queen of the Dead