Far beyond the crescent moon,
on par and present in her tomb,
the dark priestess awakes,
to spark teases in snakes.
Her hair fair, and her eyes loom,
perlescent glow in her iris gloom.
All men her love await,
for all men shall be enslaved.
The dark priestess rolls her eyes,
at so many beasts call for ties
She sits on her throne in a magical land,
as he takes her heart the king of man,
and in her love, she demands,
only to wear devils underpants.
She sit's on her throne, she kisses your heart.
She'll slit your throat, and drink your blood.
Tonight she comes for your body,
tomorrow she comes for your soul.
The dark priestess awakes tonight,
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