dark artist channeling mischief

 
confusing, dark, it's an art to interpret
Thick with intent, it approaches
Don't show fear, better not
They will disrespect you
Make fun of your image
slander your name

lingo with a powerful accent
hell has its own spirit
My succubus license is granted
and ready to fly

The Master of the place is a stern man
My magic pure I pour out into the elements
rising on the aether
I'm going cariousing arousing the dread

Speaking in a language not understood by mortals
Evil is stunting wicked epiphany
Meek gets more drama

Stand strong in the otherworldly storm
It descends fast
kidnapping your soul
held hostage, you might fight
But you'll get nowhere

Timid by nature, resist the urge to scream
They will sing to your terrorized song
laughing along with the sound of your pain

a throng of beings
ring, ring This call is for you
Temptation, did he stutter?
With demands on your flesh, they enter