he crown gift that keeps on giving. Sacrifices day by day.
Made in Hell, born of a natural witch, subject to none.
Maidens and succubus sublime, coven of sinful tides
Abyssal Winds course up from the Pit, stirred by demon wings
Feast of The Beast resplendent, elixirs cascade, ambrosia communion infernal
Pleasures, terrors of The Shadow Domain
The flames of Hell are tread again.
Echo into timelessness. ∞