But when, at my end, I meet the Great Queen
I shall die happy because I'll have her seen
And in the fray when I am getting colder
I may support a black crow on my shoulder
My black crow just crackle
And then, I'll know, before feeling me frozen
That I have been by the Phantom Queen chosen
She is the queen tyrannic
Of love, warfare and panic
How my blood-stained clothes
This is the time of worshipping her figure