In my field of blood, in my gown of thorns   In my endless night, in my devil's horns   I was born in a firestorm, blood running down the walls   The sirens screamed my name, the distant explosions called   Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dread,   Mistress of the Flies, Queen of the Dead   Caught with another man, don't cry no tears over me   My blood runs cold for a week every month,   That's enough to make anyone mean   Sexual maturity and superhuman strength   Just one good squeeze, baby, and I'll take you to the brink   Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dread   Mistress of the Flies, Queen of the Dead   Caught with another man, I don't even turn my head   You had it, you lost it, if you don't shut up you'll be dead   A savage god swims in my night, bull's neck snapped   in an attitude of delight   In my field of blood, in my gown of thorns,   In my endless night, in my devil's horns   Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dread   Mistress of the Flies, Queen of the Dead