The Queen Of The Fourth Dimension Songtext

She is leading me by the hand
Passing by old tombstones and graves
And ugly rotting corpses
Look at us with a dead cold glance

But now I see the colours are iridescent
She is leading me to them
And horror turned into beauty
I'm in the field full of flowers
And see the visions
Of spectral naked women around

And she is among them
My mysterious Queen
She is asking me to go on
And I'm following her white misty figure