A look at the Family Album before Going to Bed: to renew the "Queen"
The world is too loud
And I have to whisper,
Against the noise of your heart,
My very, very Danish revenge.
I don't have a son, who is weak, mad and cruel,
To right the wrong you've done me, who
Don't have a mother to love.
So, I myself resurrected, and the same evil will perform.
Soon, you will die, when your heart's chamber's
Filled with the light of death. But! You can rest
By yourself, because naturally woman has son, and he
Will ride months & years, killing this ghost, for our family union.
The world is too loud, with a woman's weep,
Phantom's roam and unborn son; we should sleep.
