My dear daughter your skin is a sickening green! Gooseflesh lengthening! Ravenous feline stare! Unholy vessel personified! 1691 the beautiful glow in her eyes, her smooth white angelic skin, the confidence in her stature left her being! An ancient witch walks in the shadows of her heels! God is dead and so is the devil! God is dead and so is the devil! Hand carved contorted black wood from another realm with crimson flakes dusting up from the bristles! Reaped will all be that have witnessed her existence! Her heart once romantic now enthralled with the necromantic! Young and fruitful, black magic plentiful through these fingernails no tongues will writhe to tell the tales! Father do you love me not? Then why do you let my body rot? Souls forever scorned will feed me into forevermore. I’ll be meticulous about the cultures of this world so I can hide in peace among these strange creatures. In 666 A.D. I may have scourged the dark one but these humans eyes are blazing with defilement! In their eyes I’ve seen a parallel to my malevolence! The filth welcomes their own apocalypse. My dear daughter you whisper frightening incantations as a ghost has its fun with the broom from the bog above you! (I love you!) Lord it’s time for an exorcism! Reaped will all be that have witnessed her existence! Her heart once romantic now enthralled with the necromantic! Young and fruitful, black magic plentiful through these fingernails no tongues will writhe to tell the tales! Father do you love me not?! Then why do you let my body rot?! Reaped will all be that cast their stones with such persistence! Bathe me in the flames for the fire it calls it beckons thee! Willow Rathsgard let my darkness take you home! I’ll show you eternal wonders more captivating than a scarlet Hell! (Hell!) I’ll show you eternal wonders more captivating than a burning Heaven! (Heaven!) God! (God!) Is! (Is!) Dead! (Dead!) And so is the devil! God! (God!) Is! (Is!) Dead! (Dead!) And so is the devil!

I want this communion of priests young and old to fuck my virgin body until the guardian angels choke. I’ll dim the lights, I’ll poison her purity, seraphic one do you plan to oppose me? I am the queen of the obscene, queen of monsters, queen of freaks, queen of the abyss to claim her throne! Al-Qaum, Lords Of The Night, Shalim, Apep, Artume, Achlys, Ratri, Ahriman, Hine-nui-te-po, Nott, and Nox!!! Fantastic Gods of night pale in comparison!!!!!!! She’s my daughter! Seize her and strap her to the bed! My dear fellowship don’t worry for my faith diminishes as yours does! How could our lord and savior allow this thing to exist? Your entire village will wear silent screams! Afterwards you will boil in my cauldron! God is dead and so is the devil! God is dead and I am the devil! This is the fear in the dawn of an exorcism stripping morality from the hearts of mortal men! Holy water, holy cross, holy bible, blind faith intensifies this possession! Skeletons dance from closets in the wake of purgatory! Corrupting a saints intentions! Led astray from the path to a haunting prison! Scriptures, prayers, pure blessings, true love fail to burn bright through this possession! Father Damien how do you feel? Willow is mine and the men, women, and children will die! I’ve already been a plague on your mind and I’ve dissected your soul to bring forth the secrets that you’ve held so close! I am the queen of the end, I am the queen of beasts, queen of debauchery in the realm of misery. Etched behind your gaze shall reside a memory of your offspring suffering! She’s my daughter! Seize her and chain her to the bed! My dear fellowship cut off her head and set her corpse ablaze! We will not allow this thing to exist!!! Bones will glimmer at my feet. Blood will shine within the flames reflection. Flesh will stir in the boiling waters of my bog. I am the dark goddess incarnate. the witches laughter This is the fear in the dawn of an exorcism stripping morality from the hearts of mortal men! Holy water, holy cross, holy bible, blind faith intensifies this possession! Skeletons dance from closets in the wake of purgatory! Corrupting a saints intentions! Led astray from the path to a haunting prison! Scriptures, prayers, pure blessings, true love fail to burn bright through this possession!

A single candlelight casts shadows around the room setting a foreboding mood! Foot steps pace back and forth as tears seep into the creaking floorboards! Hands cradling his face, chin digging in his chest, his faith leaves with the visions of the mutilated! Weeping until the flame burns out! Writing until the ink runs dry! Bone rattling chill in the air from the bog stirs such a fright as GHOSTS WHISPER CURSES NIGHT AFTER NIGHT! Weep for now but in time your poor soul will learn that there’s a reason I allowed you to survive! Why?! Did it have to end like this?! She was so sweet and entranced with the land! I hope our fates entwine so I can save you before I die! Willow Rathsgard seek the sun! I’ll keep it safe for YOU!!!!!!! Rip the skulls from your necks! Spew liquid fire! Set this village ablaze my coven of witches! Skin the children! Watch the steaming guts spill to the dirt! Long live the abyss! “I watched you from the earth dancing to the black rippling waves. You looked so beautiful, so untainted, so sacred. My hunger to push my nails through your innocent soul and slide under your skin of silk was insatiable. Ride the broom and become my desire. I watched you from the bog praying in front of winters glass. You looked so bitter cold yet a glow cast a halo through the window. I’m dying to crawl through you, to be you, the darker side with youth. Ride the broom and become my desire. Ride the broom! BECOME MY DESIRE!!!!!!!” Hide from the blanket of sulfur! Survive the march of flames! These wonders are eternal in a reapers gaze! Enslaved women of the village tormented for their services...as the roaches crawl through their cervixes! OUR MAJESTY THE WRETCH! Rip the skulls from your necks! Spew liquid fire! Set this village ablaze my coven of witches! Skin the children! Watch the steaming guts spill to the dirt! Long live the abyss! Long live the abyss! Long live The Witch Of Willow’s Bog! Villagers corpses fill with mud! Breeding grounds for the fucking worms and the frogs!