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!

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