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An angel with black bat wings
Forever roaming the desert lands
Luring the blind with the song she sings
Hoping to find another wandering the sands

Her jet-black heart leads to mistrust
Her empty soul, infesting bad luck
And the weak still come, provoked by lust
Her nails are sinking in, now forever stuck

Another soul she’ll consume
Before the burning scent of noon
Flocks of prey, inside they swoom
All under the magickal moon

She’s in her hell now, once fantasy
Given a life once nothing but a story
Now her cravings corrupt, an ecstasy
In one ungrateful realm she waits eternally