Автор: Эдгар Доу





The beast has come into this world,

It never cared about the gold,

It's seeking for the human souls,

It does not hear the mercy call.



The beast will turn your life in sin,

It is herself the demon queen.

She'd chose the equal perfect body,

Divine nymph inside so naughty.



There is no light at on her side,

The darkness - place where she shine.

The fire rising in her eyes,

When victim suffer by her desires.



She always starving for the souls,

Following to the shadow call.

She'll take away and steal your breath

And left the hollow and the death.



You cannot take this suffering,

But need a poison in her sting.

Enchanted by her hex a slave,

You will obey until the grave.



You don’t have to steal my soul,

The demon queen, I am yours at all.

To reach your devastating task

All you have to do is ask.



You might get the all the souls,

But never fill the void of yours,

What lives within your frozen heart,

And tearing your insides apart.



I'd like to say I didn't fell,

But it's a lie, you know it well.

If I had the same choice like then,

I'd choose this painful curse again.



It worth of every drop of pain,

I'll drink it all, and go insane.

I will take off my face a skin,

And scream long live the daemon queen!