Death and beauty join together,
Star-crossed liars, insisting on truth.
Whisper their mantra, a sordid chant,
As they poison the minds of the innocent youth.

Watch the roses on her breast,
As they dance to the beat of the witch’s hex.
Entice the men and the women too,
Give them a taste of this toxic brew.

Her beasts appear, wings spread wide,
The taste of victory in their eyes.

"Come around! come around! Come one, come all!
You're formally invited to the Master's Grand Ball."

Slowly they came, their faces aglow,
Stepping in time under the archer's bow.
To the top of the mountain they climb without rest.
Only the worthy will survive this test.

And there she stands with welcoming arms open wide,
Her kind giant's face shining with pride.
A rainbow appears as the stars arise
The Devil's hidden in an Angel's disguise.

She'll crush you beneath her golden feet,
Laugh as your blood pools in the street.
Dreaming, sure, but what happens next?
When the Goddess dons her warrior's vest?

They'll paint a picture from her fallen friends,
Sit a crown of posies upon her head.
Beware the deadly Angel's wrath
To all of you who cross her path.