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 sand†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 rain†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