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.