Born to spread the joy of malice,

building her very own necrotic palace.

She came from a distant land and charmed many lords,

nations fell for her godless radiance.

For their nameless and beautiful queen they took up their swords,

she carried with her a forbidden sapience.

An image that gathered the scorn of angels and the envy of devils,

born from a crypt where chaos would revel.

Wherever she went, disaster was never far behind,

a seductress that toyed with gullible hearts.

A splendour of enchantment yet anything but divine,

those that fell for her were rendered apart.

For her, so many would gladly die,

and she would continue to claim their lives as their luciferian bride.