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
Your breath was stolen by the wind ...from the south

An other winter's tale is done
You're immortal lover, he's gone
A chalice stolen from her hand, eternal life at her command
All that she rules must sleep

The howling shriek of death in your eyes
The whole court and the beast
enter your room where gold will turn to rust
Your empire follows you
into your tomb, the wraiths of night caress
and whispers softly now
"we are the dead", they bear your life away
they tear your heart in two

They've taken the queen
to some better place
so they think as the flame burns low

SOLO

Now the flame burns higher
and it purifies the love that died
And scared rats closed in alive
back to the earth, sealing the tomb

Our skeleton rise from/through the veil of blood
who summons us now from our graves
We are the dead, the shriek of death in your eyes
The whole court and the beast
enter your room, the wraiths of night caress
and whispers softly now
"we are the dead", they bear your life away
they tear your heart in two
They've taken the queen...