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(Lhiannan Sidhe:)

...Dear King

...My Simeon Sin

Regents of this land

Whose forefathers all came

As did William, to Me by free will

From the very first day

That I gave my promise

Of a prize so dearly sought for

By the likes of those

Who toil 'neath yoke of death

And given it freely have I to any man

Who ventures here into my lands

To still my thirst, my desires my lusts

This curse is only a chance for trust

Each year that trust doth grow and so

When all is said and done the regents know

That when a church preys

Upon all that is weak

And has grown too strong

For Kings so meak

Then ne'er can be told

Of the prize that's given

'Lest he cares to by stake die

As heretic - be deemed a sinner

He'd rather crawl upon knee

Knowing within reach

Rebirth lie, everlasting life

Once in battle he dies as a King

And none is there alive

So he plays the part of a noble King

While in truth is agenda is only to bring

A plot even closer

The deception to thieve himself

A life of undying kind

So from father to son

I have tasted them all

And they have given me that

which I needed and more

For the prize of into eternity be reborn

Man falls rather swiftly from King to whore

"Yes, this my dear is the true worth of the lie

A royal bloodline who sells land, faith

And their very own flesh

for mere prospects of life

Unending as that of mine..."

This blessing be cloaked in a curse of a king

Tis at an end come solstice ne'ermore will your kin

Be called upon to share with me the sweetest of sins

"(For you see) I now know I loathe mankind"

A Goddess of pleasure with this revelation of mine

That Mans flesh serves as little else than a meal to dine

Has little cause to live much less remain here

In a world utterly soaked in denial and fear

And since You ilk of Man desire so well

To wish for your heaven while living in Your hell

And pray to a God from a far foreign land

Be granted is now thine wish

And left to die be mankind!