Crimson Glory - Queen of the Masquerade

Moon-shining eyes, clinging cobwebs

Above her bed

Spider smooth legs across faces

On silken web

Feeling the sting of her venomous

Clinching bite

Down, down to your knees

Bow before her majesty



Hail - to the queen of the masquerade

Deep in your heart she feeds

Hail - to the queen of the masquerade

Bow to her majesty