Queen of Desire
Ostrogoth Lyrics
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It's here again, I'm really insane.
She has the power to enter my soul.
No one escapes her, I'm losing control!
She's dressed.
in black, a real spider.
Ànd they call her the queen of desire.
I met her at midnight, a smile on her face, a magical ride, so we walked into space, She has that terrible look in her eyes!
Cryin' won't help, she's driving me wild.
Please, take a chance on me.
What's the use, Iill die tomorrow.
But today: a last recall of my life; future please, I lean on you!!
When she comes ready for me, What should I cry for another day?
She's a winner, she's a killer.
No one can deny, and she's there, taking me high.
Please stay with me!
Don't you mess too long with me 'cause our love should die.
You see, she only plays a game.
In her dreams she enjoyed that I crashed so mean.
That girl, God, she just got seventeen!
Hey butcher, pray for the hell ín my life.
What should I care for, cause in 24 hours I'm in heaven, in hell: to me a final escape, the end (takin' me high).
Please stay with me!
Do you feel the pain that's...
The lyrics to Ostrogoth's song Queen of Desire depict the singer's obsession with a woman who has a powerful hold over him, driving him to the brink of insanity. The pain he feels is palpable and consuming, while the woman is portrayed as a black widow, a queen of desire who is impossible to resist. The singer admits to being lost in her spell, unable to escape her grasp, even though she is like a poison that is slowly killing him.
The singer's plea to take a chance on him falls on deaf ears, a foreshadowing of his impending doom. He wonders if crying would help, knowing that there is no escape from the queen of desire. He is aware that she is a winner and a killer with an insatiable appetite, taking him higher and higher until he reaches the point of no return.
The final verse reveals the singer's acceptance of his fate, whether it be heaven or hell, as a final escape from the queen of desire. He can't help but plead with her to stay even though he knows that their love should die. It's a dark, twisted love story of obsession and ultimate sacrifice.
Line by Line Meaning
Do you feel the pain that's hurtin' my brains?
Are you aware of the agony that's tormenting me mentally?
It's here again, I'm really insane.
I'm losing my sanity as the pain resurfaces.
She has the power to enter my soul.
She has the ability to penetrate deep into my being.
No one escapes her, I'm losing control!
She has a hold on everyone and I'm unable to resist her charm.
She's dressed in black, a real spider.
She dresses in dark attire and has a seductive aura.
And they call her the queen of desire.
She's referred to as the ruler of lust and passion.
I met her at midnight, a smile on her face, a magical ride, so we walked into space
I encountered her during the witching hour, with a smile on her countenance, we embarked on a surreal experience as we drifted far away.
She has that terrible look in her eyes!
Her gaze is frightening and ominous.
Crying won't help, she's driving me wild.
Weeping won't provide any solace, as she's making me go crazy.
Please, take a chance on me.
Please consider choosing me as your companion.
What's the use, I'll die tomorrow.
There's no point, as I'll be dead by tomorrow.
But today: a last recall of my life; future please, I lean on you!!
Today's my final reminisce of my existence; my future is uncertain, and I put my trust in it.
When she comes ready for me, what should I cry for another day?
When she comes to claim me, what's the point of hoping for another day?
She's a winner, she's a killer.
She's triumphant in her endeavors, but also deadly.
No one can deny, and she's there, taking me high.
It's undeniable, and she elevates my being.
Please stay with me!
I plead for you to continue your presence by my side.
Don't you mess too long with me 'cause our love should die.
Don't prolong playing me, because our affection will ultimately cease to exist.
You see, she only plays a game.
Understand that she's merely playing around with me.
In her dreams she enjoyed that I crashed so mean.
She relished in the notion of me failing in her dreams.
That girl, God, she just got seventeen!
That woman is only seventeen years old, oh my!
Hey butcher, pray for the hell in my life.
Hey, butcher, pray for the turmoil that plagues my existence.
What should I care for, cause in 24 hours I'm in heaven, in hell: to me a final escape, the end (takin' me high).
Why should I concern myself, as within 24 hours, my fate will be either heaven or hell; a final escape for me, completing my journey.
Please stay with me!
Once again, I implore you to remain with me.
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