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Across the burning sands of the Middle Ages

Rode the barbarian queen under

The cloak of darkness rode the Barbarian

Five hundred Hun berserkers in her hoard

Descending on small villages

Like evil birds of prey

Wielding mace, broad axe and sword,

(Chorus)

Come to rape, maim and slay,

Massacre at break of day

There’s no chance to get away

Barbarian Queen

Raven hair, eyes of fire

Body clad in leather

Veteran of bloody combat

Not defeated ever…

When she descends upon her prey

Suns of victory fall

Gives no quarter

Takes no prisoners

Kills them all

(Repeat Chorus)

See the dust cloud in the distance

When she descends upon your village

All your hope of life is gone

You better pack up and run

You better run, run

(Repeat Chorus)