I mourn this day for none shall see
My phantom queen and me
Her shadowed lips, her silver hair
Her haunting voice, her chilling stare
...
The drum rolls and stops
And rolls again, and stops
And rolls again, and stops
And rolls again, and stops
...
A terror wrought for years in waxing woe
Departing from the safety of the day
A hooded host in black and silver robes
Entreating to the peace it hides away
...
The Phantom Queen
I mourn this day for none shall see
My phantom queen and me
Her shadowed lips, her silver hair
Her haunting voice, her chilling stare
And still I pray one day to see
My phantom queen and me
A timid dream is all we be
My phantom queen and me
I search for gold and harvest tin
My concrete hold unfolds within
A quest in vain for her decree
My phantom queen and me
To doom, for we shall never be
My phantom queen and me
Our full retreat from passion's shore
We shant defeat a world at war
As fire smolders, so shall we
My phantom queen and me
Yet blessed the day when all shall see
My phantom queen and me
The sun will rise and will not set
The ancient lies to soon forget
And ere the dusk all dawn will see
My phantom queen and me