the wolves howled at the moon   that chilly autumn night   and cold winds whispered through   the scattered leaves   when the first light from   a late, yet crimson dawn,   shined through the morning mist...   she was dead... and so reborn.      caught in a web of silver beams   thrown from an ocean of stars   a sea that from now, always   shall haunt her existence      she exists only in darkness   she feeds from the vain of   an innocent child   yet she is strong   unbound by the chains of   mortality      sometimes under   the ocean of stars   she gazes at the black horizon   wistful thoughts of death   she wish for sleep   she has no quest   just an eternal lust for blood   always walk alone - eternally!      she is the eye of the raven   she is the ear of the wolf   she is mockery it self   of the holy trinity   she is the pleasure concived   from your pain   the empress of nocturnals   thou shalt fear   and thou shalt serve   and thou shalt... die   in her embracing kiss of death