'Neath the fiery red heavens And a breath of mist in the air And further below Lies this One Sister in Sin Enshrouding a boy King Now Simeon be caught In a Woodwomans kiss This fiend so fair In her floral spun hair She who feasts with joy On the baptized Manflesh Of the Royal bloodline Once a year in summertime Oh she ascends to dine... ... With a pair of utter starving eyes! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "He is mine to keep for as long as he sleeps 'Tis the curse of his kin for swapping doctrine... ...And ne'er has Man been nor will this King E'er to the Sin of me! ...be deaf... And these Rhymes of Old!" "Do succumb to me... ...Little man Fear not my name... Oh see me" (Narrating:) Under darkened twigs - Grasping fingertips Poisonous bloodred lips flutter O'er words barely uttered A manity deformed be To the likes of a manwhore He is hers to keep for as long as he sleeps ...Still Seeng his eyes Looking straight back at her (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (oh why is there) (a veil 'fore this man so frail) (Narrating:) Indeed it is strange And he is really not yielding at all! His cold dead eyes denies this Fallen One (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "SON OF WILLIAM are you immune to sin? And may I not claim thine heart?" (Narrating:) And so to the host Bereft of those toasts in blood It becomes quite clear; Another wench is at play here! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "What witch could there be Who practices my arts? What foul wench is there who already by witchcraft owns that heart? Thus having had Me! The goddess - the woodwife Plunge into this bitter doubt for that boy ...that King ...That King who by all rights Should have given in to me Yes even if I so would desire Should have been mine to keep But now I can do little else Than release him from sleep Unravished Unspoiled Utterly unhumiliated!" Things were never meant to turn out this way In such utter disgrace What else to fathom is there Once having that stare beheld than that There this day I my share of unfair Rejection was here subject to so dear My retaliation... Is due Paralized, Stigmatized Yet I know it's not for me I plunge into this heartache And I believe it's but time for me to leave And to avenge myself (Simeon of Kroue:) "Is this all there is to the curse of Kings?" (Narrating:) And so there's little else for Demonessa - Dark Goddess who fell To do than to release him to the shell Of his body that awaits him still in his castle Will this be the end of that little splinter That remain - a sole link in a winter Of discontent and broken chains 'Tween her and Man With whom she needs to lay To still her very thirst What is left for her now If not the curse applies here Than reclaim that which is hers Avenge herself And kill that witch at first sight (Lhiannan Sidhe:) She who dares to humiliate me By not letting me breed Instead letting me see Only that which I need not know Here - I will remain the fool... But to leave here... Then there's only one thing left to do!