MURDER OF KROUES:
(Narrating:)
Sharpening the axe!
(sharpening the axe!)
By tounge thrust into Sin
A bitter Queen knows the time to Grin
Yet time is not ripe
Still there's something not right here
And so it begins
It begins
As she grins
The Demonessa Caresses and in a whim
Has the Queen to desires given in
And urges itch as this mere witch
Her prey watch with eyes of hunger
Sinking her teeth skin and flesh deep
Into this deity
It would be bliss...
In that cellar damp and cold
Where the two merges to one
The Demon Queen ascent to hell
Awaits the hour to come
Then evil runs amok
And the blade to slay then finally drops
Blood spurts 'pon the dungeons walls
Yet the blood is not that of a Fairy Demon fallen
By the hand of maid fated to be - the Queen
For the tables turned as the first cut failed to reach...
...Flesh...
But severed instead chain from swanlike, divine the neck
The Queen falls 'pon the floor
The Demon arises unchained
And though battered sore
She never wore such wrath before
And so there
'Fore her very eyes
It crawls out from beneath that hair
Blood warm and black covers gown, lace
in the crypt of the lair
(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
Dear sisters child
Do you know not, I am divine
And you are but a dying femme demigod at best
And whilst I may bewitch and slay mankind by right
Your feeble attempts did never me blight
Still I do recognize
Some worth in the skill of luring me here
Stealing the tears - Claiming the throne
Keeping the King as your feeble drone
Now mark my words - dear sisters child
For you my dear, it'll now come to an end
(Narrating:)
So Mildred sighs eerily unaware she dies
And that her reign in the shadows
Is at an end and the borrowed craft
Slips back in the claws
Of the unfettered Devil Dark Goddess
Having King, land and faith
Bestowed this kinly foes
In so few days - evil ways
For a Queen wouldn't just suffice
'Tis true...
(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
Three times two the way I see
All of them Now belongs to me
SEVERED:
(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
"Now gone be that witch
Who was practising my arts
That foul wench who truly already
By witchcraft owned that heart
Thus having had me
The Goddess - The woodwife
But weak as any man - Any grain of sand
And as all the craft borrowed refills me again
Like sweet incense then I cannot help
But wondering when and if I
From the belly of the enemy may flee"
VOW OF FEEBLEMAN:
(Lhiannan Sidhe:)
Still, as I sigh I realize
I need a word from mouth of him
A vow his kin - Soon to be free
If he'll stay here and not Pursue me
I need one word from him though
One vow so that I may go
No towers were ever too steep
When one into bitter mortality's
already made the giant leap
I will be free again
And never believe that Man will then suffice
Not even for one as I
For mere pleasure
The treasure but plain to see - My Immortality"
(Narrating:)
From steep stone cold walls
Into keep of the appalled boy King
Deep asleep, in midst dark curtains, velvet sheets
And she slithers inside while soaked in candle light
And she crawls up onto him
And he opens eyes to see her Grin
