She is a flower of a girl from the playground of our 
world but the dark awakens her
Men falling down on their knees yeah she's making them 
believe that there's nothing else to see
Her lips are red as the blood in her bed she seems so 
mysterious
A feeling deep inside of me tells me that she's not the 
queen that she used to be

Wait till the day ends it covers all her instincts
And when the moon appears
She'll have you lying there
She'll bite you in the neck

Now she's my wife and we go out every night and the 
moonlight is our only guide
And when the morning comes I see it's another century and 
its passing by
Our skin is white as the chalk on the board where we 
count and we mark the dead
A feeling deep inside of me tells me that she's not the 
queen that she used to be

Wait till the day ends it covers all her instincts
And when the moon appears
She'll have you lying there
She'll bite you in the neck