Throne of Bones

Daemon howls and dragon’s breath
Of the house of lords long bereft
She seeks away back inside
Unholy graces
To seize all what is left

Her forked tongue sings and lashes
Of the times she walked the passes
Horrors unbound by angel’s light
Burns her sight
And left her eyes in ashes

By Lucifer’s graces she returns
For smoke in the night
As the temples burn
Sin begins to set her grin
Fangs dyed crimson
A night of Sin

She playfully
Teases me
Nibbling just inside the flesh
She bashfully
Turns away
My skin burns at her fell caress

Spending hours before the glass
Asking who will be the one to last
When all have gone
Like the pawns
Drowning ‘til their last gasp

She will sit on the throne of the bones!
In secret rapture she reads from the tomes!

An unholy wrath, upon the path
Leads to immortal gain
A throaty, mocking laugh
Now at last, the Lady of Hell
Revels in victory
Of choking Brimstone smell

She will sit on the throne of the bones!
In secret rapture she reads from the tomes!

So tragically
God’s on his knees
Biting away at his nails
So truthfully
She’s such a tease
At long last, Sin rules all of Hell

So she sits up high
Like a Fawn of the flame
A mountain of flesh
Bleed into the dirt
From the fallen slain