Dancing in the Temple (Of the Mad Queen Bee) - Candlemass

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 wanna 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 am locked in a spell

Trapped in a grim fairytale

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 a goblin quartet

See the magic ballet

Asks me if I wanna 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 am locked in a spell

Trapped in a grim fairytale

Endless the fun

I wish I had a gun

I’m dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee