Angel of Death…

She decided to take life in her own hands and acted like a god,

Even in death, she carried out rituals that time and history forgot,

She provided sacrifice in her own way, her thirst for blood never stopped,

She lurked in the woods searching for her prey, eventually she caught.

The angel of death, in her rightful place,

Rooted underground, in a satanic grave,

She was controlled by the dark arts in vain,

The angel of death was her stage name.

The bones were trophies and some she kept for potions,

As the moon set upon the sky, it was the innocent she stolen,

As wolves would howl, she became a different kind of animal,

Her soul was broken, even in daylight her heart was frozen.

She was a beast inside her church, many wandered inside,

Her burial ground halo's burned, she had nowhere to hide,

Vigilantes gathered the streets, willing to bleed for this evil seed,

They wanted her dead, for the evil she done and who she killed.

The angel of death, in her rightful place,

Rooted underground, in a satanic grave,

She was controlled by the dark arts in vain,

The angel of death was her stage name.

Her last words were...

When I sit with the gods, I will feast and drink, for I have gave them sacrifice,

I will look down to you mere mortals, sniggering raising gauntlets of wine,

This was my destiny, the gods chose me! I will die with honour and pride,

So as you heathen’s stand there and practice god, I lose breath with a smile,

For it was my time, to die...