Tekstovi: Supreme Majesty. Queen Of Egypt.

3000 years ago, in the land of Egypt
Pharaoh's first born child
Dies in the bloom of her youth

High priest they gather
To summon an evil spell
To bring back her soul
But in darkness she will dwell

Behind the sweet mask of beauty
Rest a beast foul as the very depths of hell
Enchanting, seduces the week one
She tears out your soul and forever is gone

Queen of Egypt, buried in a crypt
A tale of sorrow is her
Yours to, if you don't beware

One night each seventh year
Rising from the grave
Blackened heart stone-cold as ice
Her soul was never saved

Don't walk in her path
Stay out of her way
If her eyes are on you
You'll never get away