Daughter of The Devil

Wrapped in lace and venomous thorns
Like The Deadly Widow when she mourns

She does not hide in secret corners
Satan's descendant, serving his orders

Light may disturb her tranquil darkness
But it'll bend for the grace of her madness

Anthem of Deceit and Decease plays in her tongue
Hear the lyrics of a sinner with the tone of a monk

The dame's craft is to read what you conceal
So she may offer potions but they do not heal

Owls and crows, black cats and toads
Spiders, snakes, and faceless shapes
Chant her name as she renews the old ritual
The Widow is to fete with her trophy's funeral