The Tale of a Nocturnal Empress - Hades
The wolves howled at the moon
That chilly autumn night
And cold winds whispered through
The scattered leaves
When the first light from
A late, yet crimson dawn
Shined through the morning mist
She was dead and so reborn
Caught in a web of silver beams
Thrown from an ocean of stars
A sea that from now
Always shall haunt her existence
She exists only in darkness
She feeds from the vein of
An innocent child yet she is strong
Unbound by the chains of mortality
Sometimes under the ocean of stars
She gazes at the black horizon, wistful thoughts of death
She wish for sleep, she has no quest
Just an eternal lust for blood, always walk alone, eternally
She is the eye of the raven
She is the ear of the wolf
She is mockery itself of the holy trinity
She is the pleasure conceived from your pain
The empress of nocturnals
Thou shalt fear and thou shalt serve
And thou shalt die
In her embracing kiss of death
