Mysterious, dark mistress of the night
Wielding powers of hell’s delight
Commanding the dead through thought alone
Future conquests still unknown
Conjuring flames from her palm
Absent emotions, deadly calm
Blood soaked clothes, skull in hand
Darkness overcomes the land
Ghoulish grins on disheveled flesh
Living die, dead soldiers refresh
Glowing eyes and jagged teeth
Dragging souls to hell beneath
Spell’s been cast on hallowed ground
New queen of the dark has been crowned
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