dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee deep in the cinnamon forest she offers me crickets she offers me tea in the court of her enchanted palace asks me if i want to stay sing with the trolls and the fays swim in her emerald lake i m dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee the jesters are weeping the cyclops are gone she sits on a throne made of bees she s weaving at night she s knits all day long her children made out of fleas and there in a state of trance she sees me and gives me her hand i see the ogre polish the rainbow as i m dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee a sip from the well i m locked in a spell trapped in a grim fairy tale endless the fun i wish i had a gun but i m dancing forever from room to room we dance the fandango we do menuet waltz in her shadow palais listen to the strings of the goblin quartet see the magic ballet asked me if i want to stay sing with the trolls and the fays swim in her emerald lake i m dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee  a sip from the well i m locked in a spell trapped in a grim fairy tale endless the fun i wish i had a gun i m dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee
['death metal', 'doom metal', 'epic doom', 'hard rock', 'metal', 'opera metal', 'swedish doom metal', 'swedish metal']