[Technya]
Chick in riot gear!
- 2,465
- Posts
- 21
- Years
- Age 39
- South of Heaven, East of Hell, just past Gone Mad
- Seen Jul 5, 2015
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Come to a place where in the darkness she roams,
A place where night is life, you can?t go wrong.
A place where she rules.
Watch her grace as she reigns in her darkened beauty.
All apposing her might, considered fools.
Her pale skin glittering in the moon?s light, her eyes seducing all, her smile striking fear into all of Christ?s men.
No wonder all fallen to her game cannot mend.
Her presence felt as the life is drank out of you.
No one escapes her wrath!
Spreading death, she feeds off your fear,
Rivers run with blood,
Hope priests offer not.
Beauty and seduction are her weapons, anarchy is her passion, and blood is her lust.
Her whispers offer comfort and pleasure; her fangs offer blood and death.
All apposing her might, considered fools.
Her pale skin glittering in the moon?s light, her eyes seducing all, her smile striking fear into all of Christ?s men.
No wonder all fallen to her game cannot mend.
Her presence felt as the life is drank out of you.
No one escapes her wrath!
The blood is running and she is dinning,
Men are falling and she is lusting,
Women begging for beauty and she selling their souls for it,
This Transylvanian mistress roaming the night.
This daughter of the moon reigns in the heart of all.
The lesson behind this story?
None shan?t escape my grasp!
Come to a place where in the darkness she roams,
A place where night is life, you can?t go wrong.
A place where she rules.
Watch her grace as she reigns in her darkened beauty.
All apposing her might, considered fools.
Her pale skin glittering in the moon?s light, her eyes seducing all, her smile striking fear into all of Christ?s men.
No wonder all fallen to her game cannot mend.
Her presence felt as the life is drank out of you.
No one escapes her wrath!
Spreading death, she feeds off your fear,
Rivers run with blood,
Hope priests offer not.
Beauty and seduction are her weapons, anarchy is her passion, and blood is her lust.
Her whispers offer comfort and pleasure; her fangs offer blood and death.
All apposing her might, considered fools.
Her pale skin glittering in the moon?s light, her eyes seducing all, her smile striking fear into all of Christ?s men.
No wonder all fallen to her game cannot mend.
Her presence felt as the life is drank out of you.
No one escapes her wrath!
The blood is running and she is dinning,
Men are falling and she is lusting,
Women begging for beauty and she selling their souls for it,
This Transylvanian mistress roaming the night.
This daughter of the moon reigns in the heart of all.
The lesson behind this story?
None shan?t escape my grasp!