Azalia Part 3

Bow serpents and lions Ingenerated from Demora’s shrine Graced from Gia’s star Blessed with serenity, strength, and beauty Chanted by Diablerie monarchs Dancing enchantress witchcraft coursing into Archellion blood cells Evolving woman and beast of Strata, the cause of famine Life sources shall drought and vex For life of bondage, chained of carnage and sin has sewed into breeding hell Now the blood thirsty nightmare Allison of unextinguished flames With scarlet kin, eagerness to rise, eagerness to kill and rule Look into her dead eyes it speaks fornication Obliteration of man and woman, just to spite gods For without their commoners, they wreck of rotten forlorn Hail Azalia, she is bane cat-o-nine tails bedevil scourge A disease to land barriers Menacing birches for catastrophic centuries Procreating canker bubonic plagues Just to please her insidious deportment Sprouting dispassionate vibrations, god deicide she is Voices mourn unheard, shall remain unspoken Azalia consumes this putrid sphere, forever mute Don’t be hoaxed, she craved concupiscent, from that of vicious rays