Banshee

After all, the fight is gone and dead

Anger's wound around my neck

My stomach's ripped wide open,

Bowels used for a poison,

All consuming witch of the lunar disk.

Metamorph to become the snake,
Devouring every face.
Replace those with your own
Torturing the soul
All consuming snake of the solar disk.

After all, the fight is gone and dead

Anger's wound around my neck

My stomach's ripped wide open,

Bowels used for a poison,

All consuming witch of the lunar disk.

Once the love of all my life

For whom I'd sacrifice

Any part that was of need

And you did ask, Banshee.

(Mine was all I had to give

Beyond the grave of life.

Necro, morph in to new flesh

To serve the devils wife.)

Banshee, the absolute and matriarch of ages
Philistine of modern man and whore for hethen sages
Oracale of Olympus, Slut of Babylon,
Apitomy of falsehood crowned by witches while worshiping false Gods!