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- - - LO, THE DEATH QUEEN AWAKENS - - -


She rises from her doom wrapped in graveyard leather
Entombed too soon, she’s a curse upon the weather
A blood filled hourglass seems frozen ‘gainst the moon
Shifting sands of time blow across desolate dunes

The first breath rises from her breast
In an eon or maybe more
Sulfuric and quite possessed
To burn the world that which she abhors

Her portrait graces her vile catacomb
Made of skull and bone sitting atop her tombstone

Dragged to the stake like a bitch before baying crowds
The crown of clowns condemning burial shrouds
To burn upon the pyre for God’s own glory
Cementing the deal to which she’ll cast her fury

She stirs with malevolent intent
Pale lidded eyes flutter open
And utters her first lament
“Damn the savior, in sins we’ve woven”

The precipice at which she kissed
Goodbye to mortality and to the abyss
Black petals fall from dead vestals
To find forsaken solace among the devils
The sacrilege at moons she pledged
Dire consequences for whom awakens this wretch
Incantations and damnation
A raven song to ears of the abomination

Her fealty to the great darkness
Is stained with the ink of vile creator madness
Morbid, tales on the papyrus
Haunted mirrors around her necropolis
Bestial howls echo at night
Stirring in the shadows are liches and parasites
Decimation of creation
The death goddess summons all sanctification

Unholy pitch across the skies
Breathing, eagerly, never dies
The death goddess, mistress, godless
Bless me with thy still heart
Love me severely
With bonds of promise

Racing the thunder on a chariot made of skin
Lashing the king, she’s Aphrodite’s evil twin
The hounds of perdition pulling her ‘gainst the sun
When strands of reality, surely, come undone

And she raises her whip of flame
To wet the desire of man
And she shall seduce just to maim
And drag them down into hellish sands

She is risen to replace your seats of power
With cesspools true of deceivers with black towers
The wealthy shall be torn from their vile lofty nests
And left to suckle from repulsive sour breasts

The pure shall remain untarnished
We remain in darkness, indeed
To embrace her catalyst
“Succumb to me, thou will be redeemed”

Unholy pitch across the skies
Breathing, eagerly, never dies
The death goddess, mistress, godless
Bless me with thy still heart
Love me severely
With bonds of promise

(c) 2016 Frank Green




 

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