[00:42.691]Fifteen-hundred-thirty-six[00:45.984]Her age has come; the crown affixed[00:48.530]Her only wish is to conceive[00:51.860]Whilst burning those that shun belief[00:59.156]Countless years of bloodthirst[01:00.925]And hundreds sacrificed[01:02.478]All hanged, quartered, cauterised[01:05.293]The Queen's still longing to give birth[01:07.322]Endless years of madness![01:08.861]Death-fatigue, the cruel intrigue[01:11.439]Is the despair and the sadness[01:12.965]Of a royal womb still fruitless.[01:15.281]BLOOD QUEEN[01:34.901]Like a beggar 'fore the altar[01:39.212]it seems the Lord has eased her plight[01:41.245]Yet miscarriage still comes swiftly[01:43.798]Like a thief in 'midst of night[01:58.324]Ascending her stairs backwards[02:04.444]Clutching a mirror and candle[02:10.063]"Show me my future and show me what's mine"[02:15.728]And the mirror shows her a new-born child[02:36.933]She reaches for the infant, so sweet[02:42.582]But the mirror cracks and its eyes start to bleed[02:48.694]A thick mist descends[02:55.087]Suddenly down the stairs[02:57.145]She drops the ghastly mirror[02:59.222]Screaming in despair[03:02.731]BLOOD QUEEN[03:10.871]A shape appears in the mist[03:14.424]And throws her to the floor[03:16.458]The child, now floating in the air[03:19.516]She screams: "no more!"[03:22.299]The eyeless child then reaches out[03:24.868]She grabs its little arm[03:27.401]But a surge of mist pulls her back[03:30.741]The sudden force breaks the infant's neck[03:56.898]BLOOD QUEEN[04:15.666]She comes through the mirrors