The Lady of the Dead awaits in all her wicked splendor

The zombies her coalesced servants for eternity

She gave her mortal bodice to the menstruated Gaalrah

The scent of blood resurfaced the lust that died within her

The principle of evil made flesh before their eyes

And bring with thee the army of a thousand dead.

The mass grave lies beneath thy soles

Oh mother of necromancy

Thousands of corpses awaits your command

For thou shalt make the fecal rivers run red

Till it reaches the poisoned maiden that mankind.

The screams of death were mirth to her violet eyes

As blood soaked the streets to her delight

Beneath that veil of melancholia

Is that baleful smile that nearly casted me a fright

Macabre her smile, this newly wedded bride to the dead

Serene was her bosom, filled with the milk of seduction.

The mortals saw exquisite torment that slowly came their way

Until they're ripped apart and their corpses slovenly decay

Just before they join Cryptoriana's fray

Gwyneth brought an end to this necrotic masquerade.

Cryptoriana rise

And claim thy vengeance

Cryptoriana rise

And seek the head of the Dark Sister who brought you pain

Oh Cryptoriana, my funeral bride

Rise from your deathly slumber

So that you may soon reunite with your widowed Gaalrah.