The  Tale  of  a  Nocturnal  Empress  -  Hades

The  wolves  howled  at  the  moon

That  chilly  autumn  night

And  cold  winds  whispered  through

The  scattered  leaves

When  the  first  light  from

A  late,  yet  crimson  dawn

Shined  through  the  morning  mist

She  was  dead  and  so  reborn

Caught  in  a  web  of  silver  beams

Thrown  from  an  ocean  of  stars

A  sea  that  from  now

Always  shall  haunt  her  existence

She  exists  only  in  darkness

She  feeds  from  the  vein  of

An  innocent  child  yet  she  is  strong

Unbound  by  the  chains  of  mortality

Sometimes  under  the  ocean  of  stars

She  gazes  at  the  black  horizon,  wistful  thoughts  of  death

She  wish  for  sleep,  she  has  no  quest

Just  an  eternal  lust  for  blood,  always  walk  alone,  eternally

She  is  the  eye  of  the  raven

She  is  the  ear  of  the  wolf

She  is  mockery  itself  of  the  holy  trinity

She  is  the  pleasure  conceived  from  your  pain

The  empress  of  nocturnals

Thou  shalt  fear  and  thou  shalt  serve

And  thou  shalt  die

In  her  embracing  kiss  of  death