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Many names I have known

In countless ages conjured

Of foreign tongues and darkened times

Invoked but never pardoned

Vain attempts on famished lips

And shadowed whips bartered

In dire dealings at the fire's hearth

Vanished sons and daughters

Of the mist - spectre rides

Famine angel - treason bride

Hunting seraphs rule the night

Mounting heads of regicide

Taking forms, of severed horns, written of in threes

Invading kingdom, of the living

Bring to its knees

Augur evil, vilified, in tattered rags they see

I'm the mistress of the moon, corrupted blasphemy

Possessions at aix, I'm to credit

Told them I was he

Watched the sentence from on high

Laughing on the wing

I've boarded ships and brought pestilence

Damning all to death

Inspired servant of the insect

The mare upon your breath

I'm the empress of the moon, your kingdom is my fodder

Lustful convents bear my mark vanished sons and daughters