I'm running out of time
Slow death comes in the way of life
The Queen told me to be wary of her son
That he will take the lead and
Destroy all that was once
Golden
Off with his head
The tides will rumble in
Try to be still
You might survive his wrath
Might survive his wrath but
You will lie in his bed
The red carpets set
Its time for horror spectacular
Your the star tonight
He's just accomplice bystander
Set all the stones
This will surely be your last chance
Curse all the names
Of all those that came to watch you burn
"Off with his head" they said
The lightning strikes again
You will surely come back
To avenge the living
Witches have said
"thou which condemns me
Shall regret it"
Off with his head
Its time to lie in his bed
Bella Santa yo me muero por ti
Pero no me muerdo por nadie mas
Rey tan Malo vete de aqui
Bruja Santa me contaste de
Estorias de el y de mi
Off with his head
Off with his head
Off with his head
Off with his head
You're condemned to die
In his bed...
