In the witching hour
Comes a rider in black—cold through and through
Enslaves by desire
Just like a drug, she´s consuming you slow
You can’t love like you used to before
And you can’t find trust in nothing else anymore
Those pale lips, the bourbon-soaked kiss
She´s the den of your sins—the slit of a wrist
“I was forged by fire—a daughter of the canyon lands
Hell’s spawn of liars—raised by the dead in the sun-scorched desert sandâ€
Heed the k**er of hearts
Face the angel in black where the desert starts
Hear her ravenous tune
A call to the wild in the white light of the moon
Spawned out of the dark
Under blood-red skies below falling stars
Fall onto your knees
Surrender your soul to the crimson desert queen
Time stops—turns to reverse
A thousand years pa**ed, haven’t you heard?
When a red moon rises over barren terrains
The black-backed jackal howls; calling her name
“For I am the sinister savior-commander in his Lucifer´s reign
The new world creator—here to see to, blood will fall like rainâ€
Heed the k**er of hearts
Face the angel in black where the desert starts
Hear her ravenous tune
A call to the wild in the white light of the moon
Spawned out of the dark
Under blood-red skies below falling stars
Fall onto to your knees
Surrender your soul to the crimson desert queen
In the dead of the night
Under blood-red skies
Fall to your knees
Before the crimson desert queen
Heed the k**er of hearts