She sits atop her onyx throne
This beautiful dark Lady
Revered as a goddess
Few know her truth.

She sits atop her onyx throne
And looks through sapphire eyes
As Corvus caws his greeting,
For my welcome he is entreating.

She sits atop her onyx throne
And to Corvus she bids me enter
An unending tribute I’ve come to pay
Souls of the Fallen, collected this day.

She sits atop her onyx throne
Hand resting on the silver serpent
She greet me with a mournful smile,
Her beauty alone an enchanting style.

As I turn to leave
She calls to me
Taking Death in her soft embrace,
Her face alight with that Angelic grace.

My tribute paid
My damnation stayed
My dark goddess smiling
Her Raven beauty forever driving.

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