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Birth

Predicted by the ancient poem

Words

For all to see upon the totem

Born

A little baby long awaited

Horns

She’s got a birthmark and it’s fated

Wells are dry and crops are dying

She is the beast there’s no denying

Behold the child is evil

They prophesized her name

Lucyfer’s primevil

Priest

How can you save us from disaster

Beast

She is a vessel for her master

Stake

If she burns she’s not a liar

Mistake

An innocent is in the fire

Wells are dry and crops are dying

She is the beast there’s no denying

Behold the child is evil

They prophesized her name

Lucyfer’s primevil

Solo

Behold the child is evil

They prophesized her name

Lucyfer’s primevil