(Narrating:)
This maid of the King
Walks down them stairs
Winding down to those dark damp lairs
With him - The King tucked in, sleeping
She lifts her skirt, then tiptoes by those
Flickering shadows
Dancing from her hand held light
And there behind them cold black bars
Sits One whom she feels drawn towards
This Fairy Queen caught
By the meadows and brought here...
(Mildred of Kroue:)
Ohh... She truly is a blessing in disguise
(And soon revenge will be mine)
(Narrating:)
Yet the lack of sympathy within
Proves where her loyalty lay
With a filthy deity
Locked to the damp walls of the lair
(it does not)
How does one really address
Such an enemy anyway?
A foe by blood red unknowingly
To the femme now entered here
To think the demoness, and noone less
That but one of her own blood is here
She unties her tounge and speaks:
(Mildred of Kroue:)
"Do not fear
welcome my dear"
Demonessa here in Hell
Who you are I know far to well
(Narrating:)
The goddess with only weakness left
Does raise her head to face her guest
(Mildred of Kroue:)
Yet a stranger in thine eyes am I
And stranger still I can't see why
How One who steals her sisters tears
The same path walk after thirty years
Yes I am of your own blood
And I know by heart what you have done
I am but one spawned 'tween worlds
Come here to mock with words
(...And still my thirst)
Each moment passing I do fear
Is a loss for retribution here
Now that thine grace and divinity
Be shunned by those who prayed to thee
One could believe thine be the fate
'Pon stake be burned as witch of late
Yet I could never let to pass
A moment like this to avenge the past
But now to satiate your thirst for knowledge
And to tell the tale
Of a mother nailed 'tween worlds
Who gave her every inch
To a man who gave back nothing
And a theft of tears by her sister
Here in my hands shivering in fear
But three times two the way I see
Half of them belongs to me
Though I am in truth of your blood
And this the craft is both of ours to wield
To offer a truce means nothing to me
Now that the true enemy
Apparently folds to my every whim
(...As I pull his strings)
So tell me what's left to do
Than me killing you now?
"No
I won't spare you now"
And then the day of her fate then came
- My mother
As the priest revealed his face
The true face of a man
- My father who one day would take
The life of his woodwife
When his faith was at stake
Before the killing he did bide his time
Bitterly pondering pon the worth
Of having a wife unchristianized
By the back of hand he beat his wife
For years before he took her life
And all this came to pass for your betrayal
For without three tears
She could do nothing but stay
With her immortal essence kept out of grasp
She took me as her adept and I learned
All of what I am, (who you are)
And what I was supposed to do
...Should I meet you!
"Vengeance will be ours
By blade our honour must give us justice"
My mother married him
The mortal man of the cross
And I alone was the child she loved
...And then lost
For Man is truly dark at heart
Ever has it been that Man can grasp
Beyond his hate - his poisoned mind
Forever to live believing himself benine
Man is truly dark at heart
Ever to grasp
Beyond his hate
And for that he pays
But now it's time for you to die too!
To appease me
And my mother
God rest her soul
"...I speak the truth
This is the hour of no truce!"
WHEN GODS OF OLD
BE GODS IN KIN
THEN GODS IN CHAINS
ATONED SOON BE THINE SINS
(Narrating:)
Thus spake this maid made Queen
Her words meant to seal her "lords" fate
Redeemed be another wrong doing
Now at last made right
This time 'tis so by stealing the foes life
