Bruce Dickinson - Taking the Queen

Who stole your heartbeat in the night The acolytes fearful in the flickering light They hold a mirror, to catch the breath from your mouth But your breath was stolen, by the wind from the south Another winter's take is done Your immortal lover - he's gone The chalice stolen from her hand Eternal life at her command Now all that she rules must sleep The howling shriek of death in your eyes The hawklord and the beast enter your room Your gold will turn to rust Your empire follows you into your tomb The wraiths of night caress And whisper softly now we are dead They bear your life away They tear your heart in two They're taking the queen To some better place So they think as the flame burns low Now the flame burns higher Purifies the love that died A stone rolls closed on a life Back to the earth...sealing the tomb Our skeletons rise through the veil of blood Who summons us now from our graves, we are the dead The shriek of death in your eyes The hawklord and the beast enter your room The wraiths of night caress and whisper softly now We are the dead They bear your life away They've torn your heart in two They've taken the queen.