She is leading me by the hand

Along the distant paths of the universe

Rounding the spiral of time

Through the horror and beauty


Am I going in a dream or reality?

I don't know

I follow her white misty figure

I see the arising of illusions

And the appearance of parallel worlds


She is leading me by the hand

Passing by old tombstones and graves

And ugly rotting corpses

Look at us with a dead cold glance


But now I see the colours are iridescent

She is leading me to them

And horror turned into beauty

I'm in the field full of flowers

And see the visions

Of spectral naked women around


And she is among them

My mysterious Queen

She is asking me to go on

And I'm following her white misty figure