Come round me

Come round me, all ye with no life
I am your Queen, worship me

Rows and rows, line after line
Dust to dust, ash to ash
Every one for the road and the dream
In coloured hue of blue and midnight
The crystal ball will never show
The dragon’s heart of desire and might

Come round me, all ye with no life
I am thy Liege, yield to me

The quartet plays, with no voice
Instruments of dreams, they dance around
When the key stops its play
All strings are slashed red
Fall, fall, all fall down
Lie still – You’re all dead

Come round me, all ye with no life
I am your blood, drink from me
I command your soul
When the mead runs out
I will lie with you
In this eternal cold