She was like a star a falling angel from above
With her Came Death and suffering
Her plauge spread across the land poisoning gods lamb
They dare not speak her name she's cursed
Her throne built upon the bones of the Dead Butcher of Innocence
Her world painted red if she had her way will all be dead
Dancing fires of Rage behind her eyes a enchanted creature
That will Feast on your still beating heart
Crucified on a burning cross some nights you could still hear her scream
She curse them all she will return
Her throne built upon the bones of the Dead Butcher of Innocence
Her world painted red if she had her way it will all be dead
To this day they fear her name they thought they could erase
The horrors of those days she had left her staine she swore to return she never left