The Palace of the Virgin Queen

Clean all the furniture and bring them down the stairs

Here comes the Virgin Queen with flowers in her hair

She watches over this pretty space

She reigns in slumber and in grace

He thinks he plays the game

And she plays it by herself

She lingers on upon

Just to store it on her realm

Here she comes in galant robes

You are here to stir her love

Now, it is midnight

And the moon shines oh so bright

In the palace of the Virgin Queen

The rule is not to be seen

She roams through the black night

That pluges the night

She sleeps in every bed and escapes the pride

As she holds a golden rose

Her heart just ready to explode

If we do anything

We just raise up her child

The one with the ruby ring

And her so calling desires

Here she stands staying closed

She just broke the main control

Now, it is midnight

And the moon shines oh so bright

In the palace of the Virgin Queen

The rule is not to be seen

The rule is not to be seen

The rule is not to be seen

The rule is not to be seen

The rule is not to be seen

The rule is not to be seen

The rule is not to be seen