I was borne of blackest heart

my soul in midnight seldom sleeps

You felt my coldness from the start

into your dreams my shadow creeps

I sings to you a wicked song

of cloudless nights with quarter moon

the winter winds blew hard and long

but never clear away the gloom

My changing shape does terrify

and you cant help but want to run

on ravens wings while on the fly

the demons hunt till morning comes

From my eyes a white hot light

each tear a drop of molten steele

my venom spat in brilliant bright

so done with sweet demonic zeal

Blessed by of that hellish rank

unholy love,they two were cursed

with open wounds that truly stank

the virgin mother would not nurse

Why you are the chosen one

in fear of being unredeemed

devoured by the fallen son

who showed no mercy as I screamed

With crimson ink on tattered page

in blood thy name is written down

your soul condemned with savage rage

by queen of night in thorny crown.

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