Angelique

Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize all because of their jealousy Over her lineage and limitless validities War was declared and with one wave Of her hand mount Olympus went down In flames she just laughed and laughed Devouring their celestial transcendence Future generations should have learned From the fall of the Titans fall but them Didn’t learn anything at all... Cleopatra tried imprisoning her so she could Discover the secrets of everlasting life to be Queen of not only Egypt but the whole wide World but the daughter of Lilith turned herself Into the cobra that would be Cleopatra's Demise, you thought it was Rome well You were wrong; it was her all along… Angelique from Martinique, a timeless Beauty that even Venus would envy Frozen rose suspended in time, high Priestess calling out to you, messin’ With your mind, she’ll tell you she loves Then she will rip out your heart... 'Cuz hell has no fury like a woman scorned And her magic is like lightning you never Know when it comes, her spells are forever Binding and she feels no shame in her game She’ll make you regret the day you were Ever born, she may look like an angel but She is the devil in disguise and she will have You right where she wants you with just one Look into her icy blue eyes 'cuz hell has No fury like a woman scorned especially When the woman is ANGELIQUE, ANGELIQUE From Martinique... Oh immortal sorceress and daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, deity darker Than the sea than lies below widow's hill You may think she is just a legend but me Assure you she is very real... ANGELIQUE from Martinique, a timeless Beauty even Venus would envy, frozen rose Suspended in time, high priestess calling out To you, messin’ with your mind, she’ll tell you She loves you then rip out your heart... 'Cuz hell has no fury like a woman scorned Her magic is like lightning you never know When it comes, she’ll make you regret the day You were ever born 'cuz hell have no fury Like a woman scorned especially when that Witchy woman is ANGELIQUE, ANGELIQUE From Martinique!