Strike While the Head Wears the CrownStrike While the Head Wears the Crown
Whispers in the wind,
Tales of woe and conquest fill the air.
Some say the Queen is dead,
Others that she's hiding.
But all we know for sure:
Darkness is rising.
To say that we're scared is one thing,
But saying we're terrified would be closer to the truth.
The Queen is dead or hiding,
She can't help us now.
All my life, darkness gathered
Until it can strike while the head wears the crown.