loss Light is truth Darkness, error The truth alone shall triumph And set us free Forever He who rises in might From darkness to light
She goes the darker it grows An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan Fellated Satan Screams congeal in clotted pearl As He unfurls from aching hibernation
sup- press the rebellian lie. He is the one, the self-chosen son, master of the throne he rules upon. The sacred child awakened from her crystal sleep
She dreams of his returning and the things that he might say But she'll always be the girl from yesterday Yeh, she'll always be the girl from
the artifacts comprising the fabled Trinity of Might; the legendary Obsidian Crown itself! In the hands of a skilled thaumaturgist, it is said that the Crown
brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the expansion of their queen's dark
