• What would I give, to finally see, the eyes that could drop,
    Every man to his knees?
    A lover’s imitation, trapped within temptation.
    Her eyes…like a pool of red.
    But what you don’t know, is that you’ll soon be dead.
    Her thirst for blood, a ravenous hunger.
    Your life will be hers, if you live among her.
    Her skin, a combination of winter and flesh.
    She is starting to get thirsty, for blood that is fresh.
    It’s hard not to look at her, this I know.
    I am now a lifeless servant, my soul is full of woe.
    The undead slaves, she forever holds bound.
    Until she, Queen of the Dead,
    Is finally crowned.
    Her armies she’ll unleash, the death toll won’t cease.
    Till the world stops turning around.
    A lover’s imitation, trapped within temptation, till she rules every nation.
    My death is approaching.
    I’m locked in her gaze, and disgusted by her ways.
    I won’t be the one, who falls for her lies.
    I will be the one, who doesn’t fall to my knees, and let myself die.

    A lover’s imitation, trapped within temptation.
    Till she rules every nation, The Darkside Of Creation…..