Said a prayer to kali A hundred million letters received Put my hands on her hips and felt her heartbeat She wore 'em like jewels The skulls of the men that she killed Stuck her tongue out to show me It was all for thrills You'll be more than sorry If you feign to believe You can melt the heart of the ice queen Creator, destroyer Black as the bluest of nights No such thing as protection When you're locked in her sights She's riding her tiger Naked as they charge through the snow She's got blood on her blade And you've got nowhere to go You'll be more than sorry If you feign to believe You can melt the heart of the ice queen