Queen of the Dead Video (MV)

Boring wind rolled into town
Smoking without flame
The glass between the wooden walls
Was misty from the rain
Candles performed their brain-dead dance
For the queen without a crown
Who stared outside weeping waterfalls
For romance nowhere to be found
Call it fog or a fallen cloud
It doesn't matter at the end of the day
Ghost outside who caught you by surprise
Still turned your eyes away
Leather-bound mirror begged for ink
As galaxies screamed in silence
You shunned the pages who walked you through it
When your memories bullied you with violence
Through the bog like a rebel would
Drinking poison just like water
Insisted the night make way for two
The queen and the queen's marauder
Call it fog or a fallen cloud
It doesn't matter at the end of the day
Ghost outside who turned your eyes
All but vanished the next day
Foreign wind blew away from town
No more smoke though you found the flame
The glass between the wooden walls
Still just window pain
Candles dreamt as the sun took over
To praise the queen on its way down
Found in her drawer what must have been there before
Her pesky little crown