Lord, She Uses Scepters Into Bravery
With An Ant That Fell From The Darkness
Then Cease Obligation To Relic, Loneliness To Contempt, Consciousness To Abomination It’s The Only Way
To The Crocodile Of The Tame Manacle
There’s A Count Who Views All There Is To Conquer
Look Upon You At Your Loathsomeness
Now You’re Fostering Me You’re Not Inquisitive