Widow

What as
Our black queen has
Disrupt the foundation ignite the infection of our mutiny loss
Imposed by the traitorous king
Reaping away all the breed
To collect all the hate and spawn all pain through the progeny

Smell the putrid cloud of future
Weak, pathetic, obsolete
Murk burning veil bring blood chut eyes
Repopulate the globe with the profane spawn
Feed from the profets

I'm the mother of rebellion
No sin shame master or tamer

May their rotting flesh strength thee
Let theis screams be the song to our dance
As the feathers burns and thy kingdoms fall
Under the fire of a new black blood

Regurgitate the truth devoured
From the womb came my avengers

I'm the mother of rebellion
No sin shame master or tamer

Dissolve thy reins with hate
Testefy our fury
And the infinity of the cosmos
Mending thy errors

Fear from dead pores
And a universe screams
Falling as thy crown of lies

Thy hand made me a widow
And mine make me free