Darkness entwine, she is night and is mine
Horn in the silence spawned forth from the abyss
Her immortal soul wrought with sloth, bought and sold
Her heart wrenched with pain that the whore doth sustain
See her breast heave it's last breath no more
Bewitchment of weakness thy wings spread in restlessness
He may be history, thou art folklore

Silence shrouds her necromantic phantasies
She painteth upon the midnight winter chill
Movements languid, a specter, and a ghostly shade of grey
She breaths unease into the hearts of man, and gently molds his will

The bitch bath heritage in feminine wake
Spells cast from the bonfires burn masculine skies
With stars as the kindling, the smoke chokes the siblings
Of equality praise forthcoming demise
Rise from thy grave, dawn thy wretched remains
As a cloak to thy form, thou art true
Claim your throne of witchcraft my gothic queen
Now the goddess she eth striketh, with deviltry, pure and new

Returned she cums in anger, to claim sex as her own
Divine is the lesbian murderous slut,
Hamlet mistake in frailty's form
Carmilla prevails when on trial for her evil,
But somewhere between the violence and the violins
A rose for the dead grows in Lucifer's garden
A flower of hate from the jezchel soil
What death makes stronger will rise, when the leminine awake?
Deviltry thy name is a woman, there is wine
In the vaginal chalice of truth where hast thou been?

Cursed is the daughter of the darkest tom
Of innocence, it was created of such phallic fallacies
Heart as blacketh as the starless night
She shuns her counterpart, bred as an unfortunate flaw of nature

See how she haunts the hallowed halls of her story
Dastardly deeds of a girl and her scorn
Becoming a poltergeist, tragic and triumphant
Mistress of pleasure your legend is born
A breed of a vampyric, sexual creed
Populate in new ways she shall find
The men may conspire, but all will expire
Just ashes and agony trailing behind

Succubus suck the Earth