Reclaimed

Lured with Laced saturated oils of crystal and sand Covered in roses Black silk curtains filled the womb as they flowed and danced Following the rhythm As he spun at his web She laid down her wings as the music softened Her dress followed She was in tranced, as he too began to unfold Leaving nothing but her desirous naked soul The trap is set. Oppressor is taking in by all. Through his sexual divinity, and her loving oasis, combines the gift of ultimate destination. Of what is certain of the power that he holds in his hands. Knotted and planned, Oppressor was hers, The Crown Is snatched from the throne, The Cocoon is set ablaze, Leaving Butterfly on top, at long last. (Oppressor) The oppressor lays down his verses "To you I am king, the only one you need" Let us share the power, that lays beneath, Rare beauty, you mustn't test what's meant to be, I hold the key. To your destiny. (Butterfly) My wings are not to be clipped, nor belong to you The power you seek inside of where the fire grows Is nothing compared to an Undying Rose (Butterfly) To be wrapped in his arms, (Oppressor) To be the god of her worth (Butterfly) Pressed against his body (Oppressor) Beauty all consuming (Butterfly) He's eyes say he is evil, That's all they see, His words, and vision are grim with scheme, Power is what he wants, he's done it to all, Mine is stronger than his will ever be. I'll show you divinity, and rob you of your wicked tactics and spells, Leaving nothing but of a rotting shell.