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Dark angels all fly with heaven-white wings

To hold and to love they’ve heard of these things

An ebony soul filled with desire just lingers

As deep crimson star-dust still fly’s from her fingers

With one wave of her hand she brings down the moon

The world is her canvas and all will be soon

Your last dying breath, her name from your lips

Like blood from a rose upon demon sailed ships

She’s deep in your thoughts and you think you’re in hell

But your fate is much worse for you’re under her spell

You’ll wake once again, black magic she sings,

And her eyes will reflect your dark angel wings

She’s fallen from grace now she’s shunned from the light

Entranced by her romance you’ll both fly by night

My life for her journey, gladly I’d switch

Some called her “Mistress”

But I called her “Witch”