In my field of blood, in my gown of thorns In my endless night, in my devil's horns I was born in a firestorm, blood running down the walls The sirens screamed my name, the distant explosions called Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dread, Mistress of the Flies, Queen of the Dead Caught with another man, don't cry no tears over me My blood runs cold for a week every month, That's enough to make anyone mean Sexual maturity and superhuman strength Just one good squeeze, baby, and I'll take you to the brink
Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dread Mistress of the Flies, Queen of the Dead Caught with another man, I don't even turn my head You had it, you lost it, if you don't shut up you'll be dead A savage god swims in my night, bull's neck snapped in an attitude of delight In my field of blood, in my gown of thorns, In my endless night, in my devil's horns Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dread Mistress of the Flies, Queen of the Dead