Legion Of Hetheria The Queen
The queen.
The look in her eyes, the hate in her heart
in the middle of a dark blue sea, her voice called my
name
Her heart is cold as ice, the wind’s still blowing so
fast
There she is, dressed in white
Death surrounds me, I can hear the rain
And thunders screaming my name as she looked into my eyes
The scars of her face revealed her violence
And her voice reflected evil, I looked at a black rose
A rose for the queen
Her eyes turned white, the water turned cold,
she stopped my heart and poisoned my soul
Look at the black rose, a rose for the queen.....