Lamp Of Thoth Wings Of Doom
There she stands all the grace of the fallen one
Enchantress, sorceress, gorgon
Entranced eyes, mock surprise, a medusa stare,
Tower of fire, her desire, I find her there.
Dark angel, black siren, an ebon maid,
She calls through her realm to the unafraid,
Here I stand, sword in hand
I could end it all,
But strange whispers and desires
Through the night they call
Unholy spells, deep wells of the ancient ones
Her incantations rotate around a thousand suns
Shameless eyes fill with light from the waning moon
Will she ride, will she fly on the wings of doom?
Her raven hair floats there like a restless sea,
Her face a dying star promise of agony,
Absolved, my resolve turns to dust,
And I fall in defeat to an age old lust