Woorden: Dark Moor. Autumnal. Phantom Queen.

In my love
I have dreamt of you
Obtaining a view
A cow in the cattle
In my dream
I was in the fight
Focussing the light
A crow in the battle

[Bridge]
But when, at my end, I meet the Great Queen
I shall die happy because I'll have her seen

[Chorus]
And in the fray when I am getting colder
I may support a black crow on my shoulder
My black crow just crackle
Casting me a shackle
And then, I'll know, before feeling me frozen
That I have been by the Phantom Queen chosen
She will be my lover...

The Great Queen
From above