Queen Kingdom Lyrics

Disfiguring The Goddess Queen Kingdom

Projectile, like a hairspring needle born blood pack.
Rise from sufficient maligns to further the cause for the
unborn.
Breach back, a spear of hate transforms into a queen with
the head of a boar.
The city's walls becomes my tomb. Fill your throat up
with salt.
Cut your legions of fire back to the blood soaked wall of
east.
Suffer. A knot inside of the unborn opens its pale eye.
Pale Horse. Pale mind