3000 years ago, in the land of egypt

Pharao's first born child,

Dies in the bloom of her youth

High priest they gather,

To summon an evil spell

To bring back her soul,

But in darkness she will dwell



Behind the sweet mask of beauty

Rest a beast foul as the very depths of hell

Enchanting, seduces the week one

She tears out your soul and forever is gone



Queen of egypt, buried in a crypt

A tale of sorrow is her

Yours to, if you don't beware



One night each seventh year,

Rising from the grave

Blackened heart stone-cold as ice,

Her soul was never saved

Don't walk in her path,

Stay out of her way

If her eyes are on you,

You'll never get away