the crowned daughters
Singer:belzebubs
the woods whispered a woeful tune
rustling leaves in autumn hues
the same eve that i found you there
the trees murmured a mournful hum
lingering light from a dying sun
when your ashen stare met mine
arcane symbols on your wrists
a wooden crown of weeds and sticks
and well-sealed in your outspread
a mystical charm for the chosen ones
the queen will bloom within your womb
she'll be reborn again to rule
she'll be reborn again to lead