Am I to die a d**h of shame
Forlorn in dark miasma
To die a d**h of blood and flame
Cut down by euthanasia
Chanting shaman battle cries
Oaths of vengeful ire
Druid fiery baleful eyes
Like soulless pits afire
Under this, desolate night
Our blood chilled with fear
Riding from the nether gloom
d**h is ever near
In frenzied battle slayers fall
In a hideous sullen dance
Plunging soulless dogs to hell
Cut by sword and lance
Battle Queen on burning pyre
How grim a life abhorred,
Her croaking throes fade to dust
Her dignity restored
Grim Queen of terrors
We summon you,
Take our Queen
Into forests dim
And the gloomy hue of time.
Shimmering shrouds
Of pallid clay
Before my eyes I see
Frost unsharpened
Gates of grey
Where tears are ice
And flow no more.