The witch born queen, leader of demonic whores
Profane mistress, captor of sin
Sworn to feed the ill and the weak
And bring their women and men into temptation
Eliza, the whore of the night
Attends the sabbath, the theater of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh
Diabolical intercourse profound
She who brings horror to the insane
And haunts the sick and its kind
Selector of innocent holy infants
Tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind
The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate
Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate
For her and hers the bells chime
Damnation's own
Evil superior siren, moon child domain
A sculpture for the holy to burn
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