Queen Of The Dead

Now I see, it's all logical
Tart of sovereign chafe
Menace with fury of love,
Passion asking for honey and money,
lust for life,
Repair of the being.

Alleged gospel
The empress is the writer
Of self-styled fashions of war.
Love, for her people...
you'll find.

Now I see, it's all logical
My feelings for you didn't count.
Catastrophe... I am anaesthetised,
Cold, I am waiting for these modern days
to bring me the pill of sanity.

Now I see, it's all logical,
Repair wisely receiving a monarch,
A lover, a friend... your lost people from old times,
Repented strength and knowledge
Beheld by the queen of the dead.